Top Songs By Fedd the God
Lyrics
Big pinky ring like i won the Super Bowl
Im out here having motion got these niggas super swole
Project nigga flexing racks yeah I'm acting super bold
5 diamond chains got my neck super cold
Hot boy bling bling
Hurry up and buy ling ling
You on that shit I'm on that shit same thing
I'm his brother he my brother same team
Kill a nigga anonymous control my thoughts autonomous
Spinning bins in F-150s big ass trucks like Optimus
Jordan 12s on project shit fuck her once then block the bitch
Dick labeau he sent the blitz but I'm ab I'm caught the shit
He trick on hoes no common sense
I'm future send her to the streets he sick
I'm lit no pot to piss I see em grunting thru his teeth
Zaza smokers good lungs palmas or swisher sweet
Ws in all my pictures cuz on I'm on a winning streak
Big pinky ring like i won the Super Bowl
Im out here having motion got these niggas super swole
Project nigga flexing racks yeah I'm acting super bold
5 diamond chains got my neck super cold
Hot boy bling bling hurry up and buy ling ling
You on that shit I'm on that shit same thing
I'm his brother he my brother same team
Badda Bing fuck it badda boom
A lil .38 snub nose will clear the room
We was thuggin back when boosie made that song zoom
They tryna stop our growth they ain't tryna see us bloom
She ain't saying shit all she tryna do is moon
They wanna crowd around our sections just to hear our tune
WOAH
Me & Fedd two hoes free throws he a opp we stomp free blows
2 blocks free licks no bricks he snitched he switched
He a hoe blue tape remix heat switch heat kick no picks he a go
2 grand 1 man 1 trip don't slip home run grand slam
Blue set make a set dip get pressed by us if you set trip
Dick long make her neck rip got money on it if you bet shit
Go bitch go that what I tell them freak hoes
Srt the newest models put in beast mode
We do scams wit cpns but we don't lease those
Put that boy on cnn with at least like 3 holes
Give my sound back or tell me happy Father's Day
These boys need backpacks to put a nigga in his place
These hoes like cat stacks recording everything I say
I cannot back track just call me billion dollar James
Writer(s): James Fedd
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