Hello Goodbye
I walk in this, head lil baby
Two glock fold up make a bitch go crazy
I'm kicking it back little lazy
Two big folders in my hand get brazy
What's shaking
I can tell when a bitch is faking
I know that you're not, you stupid little slut
Now come here make me fake it
When you say my name, call me Lucifer
I like this bitch, I get used to her
You are not welcome in my hell, no
But I might come up, baby, hello
Goodbye, you died
So sad, but I'm not too sure and I don't feel bad
Want things right and your soul not here
Baby, don't cry, no, baby, don't fear
One more second all I need
To put it down and do the deed
I snatch your keep, your stake so cold
The human race will always fold
You piece of shit, you fucking fool
Our Freddie needs is that their tool
Cool, my job is done
Now ain't that fun, no need to run
Got no heart, yea fuck 'em
Murder is my game and I keep on coming
Never ever stop no bitch, I love it
It ain't no trickin', it ain't no shoving
Fuck it, no idea how I got this way
On my guy Fredd, I'm about to say
Runnin' your mouth, talkin' all that shit
Little white boy, you must be a bitch
Whatchu think now? Better watch your mouth
Shotgun at you from down south
Guns and blades and all type of shit
Killed them wrong, you dead in a ditch
Watch what ya say and watch what ya do
Steppin' on ya grave, when they ask, I say who?
Who? I don't even wanna know
Just a little ass bitch, just a little ass hoe
I walk in this, head lil baby
Two glock fold up make a bitch go crazy
I'm kicking it back little lazy
Two big folders in my hand get brazy
What's shaking
I can tell when a bitch is faking
I know that you're not, you stupid little slut
Now come here make me fake it
I walk in this, head lil baby
Two glock fold up make a bitch go crazy
I'm kicking it back little lazy
Two big folders in my hand get brazy
Two glock fold up make a bitch go crazy
I'm kicking it back little lazy
Two big folders in my hand get brazy
What's shaking
I can tell when a bitch is faking
I know that you're not, you stupid little slut
Now come here make me fake it
When you say my name, call me Lucifer
I like this bitch, I get used to her
You are not welcome in my hell, no
But I might come up, baby, hello
Goodbye, you died
So sad, but I'm not too sure and I don't feel bad
Want things right and your soul not here
Baby, don't cry, no, baby, don't fear
One more second all I need
To put it down and do the deed
I snatch your keep, your stake so cold
The human race will always fold
You piece of shit, you fucking fool
Our Freddie needs is that their tool
Cool, my job is done
Now ain't that fun, no need to run
Got no heart, yea fuck 'em
Murder is my game and I keep on coming
Never ever stop no bitch, I love it
It ain't no trickin', it ain't no shoving
Fuck it, no idea how I got this way
On my guy Fredd, I'm about to say
Runnin' your mouth, talkin' all that shit
Little white boy, you must be a bitch
Whatchu think now? Better watch your mouth
Shotgun at you from down south
Guns and blades and all type of shit
Killed them wrong, you dead in a ditch
Watch what ya say and watch what ya do
Steppin' on ya grave, when they ask, I say who?
Who? I don't even wanna know
Just a little ass bitch, just a little ass hoe
I walk in this, head lil baby
Two glock fold up make a bitch go crazy
I'm kicking it back little lazy
Two big folders in my hand get brazy
What's shaking
I can tell when a bitch is faking
I know that you're not, you stupid little slut
Now come here make me fake it
I walk in this, head lil baby
Two glock fold up make a bitch go crazy
I'm kicking it back little lazy
Two big folders in my hand get brazy
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Writer(s): Freddie Dredd
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