"Fat Freddy" lyrics
- Fat Freddie
- It's not a bad name
- The dude ain't got you money?
- He don't
- He's been all stretched out like he's come in some money or somethin'
- That's his ass
- He's good for it, it's that bitch of his, you know, he's a problem
- I got 50 men out in the streets, now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve, is that it, is that what you tryna tell me, dude?
- Priest, do what you wanna do
- I want his ass out workin'!
- Shit, please, you know me, man, you'll get your money!
- Yeah, when? This ain't the first time for you, trick, I've had to wait for as long as a month on you for my money! Are you trying to take advantage of me, Freddie? This time your black ass is goin' to work
- Priest, all I do is sell coke, man, I don't do no violence, I don't mess with no [?], I don't got no guns, [?]!
- Don't argue with me, man, I'm tryna give you a chance, if you don't get me my money tonight, I'mma put that young girl o' yours out on whore's row
- Listen, Priest, that's my wife you talkin' about, man!
- So what? Now somebody's goin' to work tonight, Freddie... You really shouldn't have fucked with my money, Freddie
- It's not a bad name
- The dude ain't got you money?
- He don't
- He's been all stretched out like he's come in some money or somethin'
- That's his ass
- He's good for it, it's that bitch of his, you know, he's a problem
- I got 50 men out in the streets, now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve, is that it, is that what you tryna tell me, dude?
- Priest, do what you wanna do
- I want his ass out workin'!
- Shit, please, you know me, man, you'll get your money!
- Yeah, when? This ain't the first time for you, trick, I've had to wait for as long as a month on you for my money! Are you trying to take advantage of me, Freddie? This time your black ass is goin' to work
- Priest, all I do is sell coke, man, I don't do no violence, I don't mess with no [?], I don't got no guns, [?]!
- Don't argue with me, man, I'm tryna give you a chance, if you don't get me my money tonight, I'mma put that young girl o' yours out on whore's row
- Listen, Priest, that's my wife you talkin' about, man!
- So what? Now somebody's goin' to work tonight, Freddie... You really shouldn't have fucked with my money, Freddie
