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作词 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen
作曲 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen
Zone 6, nigga, Pyrex whippa (Pyrex)
Yeah, Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy, yeah
Fried, fried, tweakin' out, tweak out my mind
Fried, I ain't lie (Yeah)
Bitch, you fried (Yeah
I made her cheat on her nigga, I gave her some money, now bitch, you mine (Mwah
Say she ain't goin' then she see no hundreds, stop cappin', bitch, you lyin' (Oh, really? Bitch, you lyin'
Play like a [?] thought I'd be rappin', bitch you don
Step in the building with niggas who be killin' (Gang, gang)
They be like, "Bitch, you fried
Geekin' off pills, I be tweakin', I'm fried out my mind
If I wasn't rich I would rob (Let's go)
I do not hang with no bitches, he say he be lookin' but my whole clique outside (Gang
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (Gang, gang
My whole gang outside, we fried (Yeah)
Soon as he step outside, he die (Let's go)
VVS diamonds, he on (Boom)
But he know better, he tried, we fine (Brrt)
Soon as I wake up, got pills on my mind (Yeah)
I'm one of one, bitch, I'm one of a kind (Yeah
I got that stick, I can't stand in no line (No)
Brought it inside, stop hidin' your shit outside
Walk up in the club, Gucci bucket (Gucci bucket)
My youngin shootin' his buckets (Swish)
Said he want smoke but I seen him, he ducked it (Bitch
Your gangster points just got deducted (Hah)
Young nigga fried, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
Racks in your head and I don't have a budget (Freebandz)
She wanna fade like she boujee, I pull this shit out and I bet she'll suck it (Mwah
So please, stop cuffin' (Yeah)
That bitch boy wanna beef with me so I just brought his bitch over (Let's go
But if I catch him in traffic, I'm blastin', I make his 'Rari flip over (Skrrt, boom)
She was dick ridin' the gang, we drove her (Yeah
Speed in the lane then they can't switch over
Ain't have to tell her I'm rich, I sold her
Pockets so heavy, **** around, tip over (Oh, really?
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Woo, Beezy, gang
Real fried nigga, I came out the trenches
I ran up them digits, ran up some minutes (Fried)
Real hood gangster, give a **** who reall
Bitch, I'm the G in this Givench
Bitch, you fried (Doe Beezy
I made her cheat on her nigga, I gave her some money, now bitch, you mine (Mwah
Say she ain't goin' then she see no hundreds, stop cappin', bitch, you lyin' (Oh, really?
Play like a [?] thought I'd be rappin', bitch you don (Brrt)
Step in the building with niggas who be killin' (Gang, gang)
They be like, "Bitch, you fried (Let's go)
Geekin' off pills, I be tweakin', I'm fried out my mind
If I wasn't rich I would rob (Let's go)
I do not hang with no bitches, he say he be lookin' but my whole clique outside (Gang
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (Gang, gang
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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