Testo Tap In - Fredo Bang
Testo della canzone Tap In (Fredo Bang), tratta dall'album In The Name Of Gee (Still Most Hated)
(Qred on the track, and he runnin' this beat)
Nigga tap in
Bitch I get this shit up out the mud, like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to, like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me, like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry baby
Nigga tap in
Bitch I get this shit up out the mud, like a bad kid (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I keep a big pack on me, like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry baby, that's a habit
Got that six, two-two-three around the city, I make big noise
I just counted fifty in all fives
Free the landlord (free the landlord)
Take a pretty bitch and push her face against my backboard
When that hoe be naggin', tell her "Shut up, make my dick hard" (bitch)
Niggas wanna try me but I promise they ain't that hard (that hard)
If he go against me
Then I threw him like the last board (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Say he got more money in his pocket, then he cappin' (cappin')
Bitch I keep them bands like New Orleans at the classic
Your bitch bumpin' Megan now she think that she a Stallion (bitch)
She gon' suck the meat up off my balls, she Italian
I just throw some sauce up on my closet like a cabinet
Bitch I run the streets, TDG, you better
Nigga tap in
Bitch I get this shit up out the mud, like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to, like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me, like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry baby
Nigga tap in
Bitch I get this shit up out the mud, like a bad kid (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I keep a big pack on me, like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry baby, that's a habit
Couple of hits, fuck a bitch I'ma leave her on red (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I been stuck like a bag with no pants (yeah)
Ain't worried 'bout shit, I got lean (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Different nigga when I'm off of that red (woo)
Top shotta, my shooter, no dreads
How the fuck you gon' start with no legs?
If I said it, I mean it, I ain't takin' back shit
Bitch you hear what I said, yeah
Been about action, chop a nigga block like cheddar man
Money keep stackin', I'm just finna do my taxes
Can't fall in love with no ratchet
We bust in the traffic, hit 'em with a blast like Manny (facts)
Nigga we ain't duckin' no standin' (facts)
If I want it, I'ma get it, I'ma grab it
Money make a bitch real nasty, nigga you better
Nigga tap in
Bitch I get this shit up out the mud, like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to, like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me, like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry baby
Nigga tap in
Bitch I get this shit up out the mud, like a bad kid (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I keep a big pack on me, like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry baby, that's a habit
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Writer(s): Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant, Quorey Speights
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