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Fredo Bang

Almost Gone

 

Almost Gone

(album: Big Ape - 2019)


(DJ Kale on the beat, catching sales on your street, nigga)

[Blvd Quick:]
I just put my fucking wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

Niggas grinded for cars, I grind for long nights
Fuck spending money on bitches, I save for grandson
Man, save a SIG, take that occasion and pace 'em
That boy said I'm a flop, told him keep waiting
I'm in the kitchen right now putting a two on it
My shooter bending your block, putting that blues on it
I got that white girl steady doing gymnastics
Holler baby boomerang, they coming back, yeah
Them Percocets eat my body up on the daily, bae
I crush that Addy in lean to take the pain away
Assist the pack to my youngin, he make a fadeaway
Then we balling like Spalding, Penny Hardaway

I just put my fucking wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

[Fredo Bang:]
I just put my fucking wrist to work, yeah, yeah
Shake the dope, I'ma make it twerk, yeah, yeah
Fuck your bitch, catch a play and pop a Perc'
My pockets got them blue strips, Papa Smurf
I get that bag so the people on me daily
But I ain't tripping 'cause my lawyer Ron Haley
I'm like a fiend, if I don't get it, I go crazy
The people knocking on my door, hope they don't raid me

[Blvd Quick:]
I just put my fucking wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

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