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Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Harold's Lyrics

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  • Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs
  • I keep a chip off in my cell phone
  • Pocket full of stones, smoking on the strong
  • Freddy Kane, Freddy Corleone
  • Marshalltown niggas had a nigga running home
  • I call collect get me a 38, now ***** is on
  • 9 millimeter, Baretta to 40 cal
  • By 23 fresh up out the box, ***** I hold it down
  • I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile
  • Fast forward ten years came back with Roley's with golden crowns
  • Skinny nigga
  • Six wing mild sauce
  • With all the fries you can give me
  • I tear them *****es off
  • Ski mask on yo baby daddy?
  • Well that's that nigga loss
  • Pointin' my trey five seven, I got my point across
  • A skinny nigga
  • Six Wing Mild Sauce
  • With all the fries you can give me
  • I tear them *****es off
  • This burning hole in my pocket
  • Got me out here 50 soft
  • 223 on my enemy
  • I tear them *****es off
  • A skinny nigga
  • Six wing mild sauce
  • With all the fries you can give me
  • I tear them *****es off
  • A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom
  • ***** my enemies what you looking for ***** I got 'em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • ***** my enemies what you looking for ***** I got 'em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • KFC, Harolds, Sharks and Popeyes
  • Adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties
  • A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats
  • I got my license now I'm backseat *****ing every week
  • A thick ***** live in Miller, go to work
  • 3:30 school was out then I was fresh under her skirt
  • Them project niggas hit that *****, that ***** went berserk
  • Don't hit without that Trojan, ***** around you might get burnt
  • She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto
  • Lock it, ***** pop it, I swear this ***** deserve a medal
  • Seen school girls turn into strippers in stilletos
  • Pimpin' ’til I die, if you wanna stop then get ya shovel *****
  • Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom
  • Freddie Forgiato, all my *****es spoiled rotten
  • Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin' out the barrel
  • Got a stain for them hubbas meet me at the Harolds, *****
  • A skinny nigga
  • Six wing mild sauce
  • WIth all the fries you can give me
  • I tear them *****es off
  • A plate of chicken
  • With the bread stuck to the bottom
  • But ***** my enemies what you looking for ***** I got 'em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • ***** my enemies what you looking for ***** I got 'em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • ***** my enemies what you looking for ***** I got 'em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em
  • *****, ***** I got ‘em

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