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(Huh?)\nDamn, she got a built nigga\nBut she gonna leave him for litness (litness)\n\nShe fallin' in love with a sinner (sinner)\nDoggystyle, 'bout to spin her (spin her)\nTell a broke bitch I won't heal her (heal her)\nYeah, I'm cut clean like a scissor (scissor)\nThe heroin's ugly, minger (minger)\nRoc Nation, I'm like Jigga (Jigga)\nI'ma whip up, take it out the pot\nLet the air touch her top like a slipper\n\nYeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers\nYeah, don't be mad if your girl know my lyrics\nYeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid (VVS)\nYeah, girl, you're drunk in love, you don't know your limit (Yeah)\n\nFidget, lockin' up coke, feelin' fidget (fidget)\nLife went smooth, it was rigid (rigid)\nVS-1 diamonds, they're vivid (they're vivid), they're vivid\nWe got a stick for a snitch, it's like Quidditch (huh)\nEight ounce on the table, we call that the filet (the filet)\nCan't eat if you gotta deal it (shut up)\n\nThese brothers are liars, ain't actual (actual)\nMy girl look better natural (natural)\nI made a million, factual (factual)\nKnow certain men hate but it's natural (natural)\nGot the drop, shootin' that opp (boom)\nRace car got the boot in the front (front)\nYou know that I do this for fun (for fun)\nYeah, I just made a two off of one (one)\n\nGet a brick, let it flip on the flip phone\nLittle man's on the strip, mum wants her kid home\nYeah, I got all this drip, I don't slip though\nLet us catch you slip, put you in a spliff, bro\nYou guys ain't done it before\nGo 'round and leave someone's son on the floor\nJunkies wrestle when we come in the door\n'Cause Stro brought the smackdown, I'm comin' with raw\n\nYou're suspect, my bro like to gossip, enough said (damn)\nMy AP is shattered, it must rest\nI can whip it and give it for much less\nMy cellmate had beef 'bout a bunk bed (bunk)\nWe ain't deadin' this beef, they got some dead (R.I.P.)\nSmart uni' girl givin' dumb head (ah)\nDon't want the watch if it don't cost a hundred\n\nYeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers\nYeah, don't be mad if your girl know my lyrics\nYeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid (VVS)\nYeah, girl, you're drunk in love, you don't know your limit (yeah)\n\nNo, you never feed badders spaghetti\nMy neck, my wrist, baguetties\nThe bando's kickin', Jet Li\nThe chain full of colours, confetti\nI'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me\nShe won't let you fuck, but she'll let me\nAsk 'round town, I'm Freddy\nCookin' a brick for brekky","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] I'm the queen of Harrow Road, if you don't like it, suck me\n[00:06.63] And everybody's lucky 'cause Fredo put Harrow Road on the map\n[00:16.43] Put it on the map, ain't nobody else, at least since I've been born\n[00:21.55] Has ever got old Harrow Road on the map like that, you can watch\n[00:25.14] No star's ever been from Harrow Road\n[00:30.71] No, you never feed badders spaghetti (never)\n[00:32.47] My neck, my wrist, baguetties (baguetties)\n[00:34.18] The bando's kickin', Jet Li (Jet Li)\n[00:35.96] The chain full of colours, confetti (confetti)\n[00:37.70] I'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me (bet mе)\n[00:39.48] She won't let you fuck, but she'll lеt me (me)\n[00:41.05] Ask 'round town, I'm Freddy (Freddy)\n[00:42.88] Cookin' a brick for brekky (breakfast)\n[00:44.54] It's Freddy (Freddy), yeah, it's Freddy (Freddy)\n[00:46.23] A lot of them, man, they ain't ready (they ain't ready)\n[00:47.92] All that gold on my neck gettin' heavy (it's heavy)\n[00:49.58] Pull up on her, I bet that she ready (ready, ready)\n[00:51.38] She ready, 'course ('course)\n[00:53.15] Runnin' it like it's a sport (sport)\n[00:55.06] Smokin' your bro, he's a corpse (dead)\n[00:56.45] You know we're winnin' for sure (we're winnin')\n[00:58.45] Now show me somebody triller (triller)\n[00:59.91] Yeah, she wanna fuck with a winner (winner)\n[01:01.66] Her bum fat, her waist slimmer\n[01:03.21] After the show, yeah, I have to get in her (have to)\n[01:05.37] Tell me why all of them in here (why?)\n[01:06.93] Why all of them speakin' my business? (Huh?)\n[01:08.79] Damn, she got a built nigga\n[01:10.41] But she gonna leave him for litness (litness)\n[01:12.04] She fallin' in love with a sinner (sinner)\n[01:13.73] Doggystyle, 'bout to spin her (spin her)\n[01:15.42] Tell a broke bitch I won't heal her (heal her)\n[01:16.97] Yeah, I'm cut clean like a scissor (scissor)\n[01:18.76] The heroin's ugly, minger (minger)\n[01:20.46] Roc Nation, I'm like Jigga (Jigga)\n[01:22.22] I'ma whip up, take it out the pot\n[01:23.87] Let the air touch her top like a slipper\n[01:25.82] Yeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers\n[01:29.39] Yeah, don't be mad if your girl know my lyrics\n[01:32.84] Yeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid (VVS)\n[01:36.03] Yeah, girl, you're drunk in love, you don't know your limit (Yeah)\n[01:39.68] Fidget, lockin' up coke, feelin' fidget (fidget)\n[01:42.19] Life went smooth, it was rigid (rigid)\n[01:43.81] VS-1 diamonds, they're vivid (they're vivid), they're vivid\n[01:46.21] We got a stick for a snitch, 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brought the smackdown, I'm comin' with raw\n[02:20.35] You're suspect, my bro like to gossip, enough said (damn)\n[02:23.19] My AP is shattered, it must rest\n[02:24.73] I can whip it and give it for much less\n[02:26.47] My cellmate had beef 'bout a bunk bed (bunk)\n[02:28.27] We ain't deadin' this beef, they got some dead (R.I.P.)\n[02:30.16] Smart uni' girl givin' dumb head (ah)\n[02:32.17] Don't want the watch if it don't cost a hundred\n[02:34.21] Yeah, yeah, walk in the show with killers\n[02:37.97] Yeah, don't be mad if your girl know my lyrics\n[02:41.34] Yeah, VVS diamonds, these stones are vivid (VVS)\n[02:44.71] Yeah, girl, you're drunk in love, you don't know your limit (yeah)\n[02:47.97] No, you never feed badders spaghetti\n[02:49.65] My neck, my wrist, baguetties\n[02:51.43] The bando's kickin', Jet Li\n[02:53.21] The chain full of colours, confetti\n[02:54.96] I'm beatin' the odds, you should bet me\n[02:56.61] She won't let you fuck, but she'll let me\n[02:58.28] Ask 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