CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Meet Yo Fate

Smoke it then flip it
I'll cut you then rip it
You choke on your blood
Now you want more
Give me the money
I don't think it's funny
I'm starting to feel like I'm Loki
Give me your soul
I pop it then roll
Smashing your head in like you was a mole
f**k what you heard
The Freddie is gold
Killing them fools
I know you is told
*Stop that, bring it back, this sh*t is hot*
*Kush Cadets go*

O-One two three four
Freddie bussin' at your dome
With the f**king Volvo
Bout to blast this silly hoe
Five six seven eight
Freddie's here now meet yo' fate
See you now you f**king snake
Killing lames and killing fakes
O-One two three four
Freddie bussin' at your dome
With the f**king Volvo
Bout to blast this silly hoe
Five six seven eight
Freddie's here now meet yo' fate
See you now you f**king snake
Killing lames and killing fakes

I am the killer
You are the fool
Tripping you out, I'll take you to school
Freddie go knock you right into my pool
Choking and drowning now what do you do?
Suckers don't want in your runnin' and gunnin'
Till Freddie cut you into pieces
b*t*h I am ready
I'll kill you like Freddie, and you will be screaming for Jesus
Smoke it then flip it
I'll cut you then rip it
You choke on your blood
Now you want more
Give me the money
I don't think it's funny
I'm starting to feel like I'm Loki
Give me your soul
I pop it then roll
Smashing your head in like you was a mole
f**k what you heard
The Freddie is gold
Killing them fools
I know you is told
Positive murderous
I know you new to this
What the f**k you talkin' about hoe?
Money come in, save in a van
Off the grid to Freddie the man
Smokey gon bus' you right out of the van
Pablo got Chevys' swinging like a fan
Feeling the evil ways, kill on demand
Traphouse a forest, I think you can stand

O-One two three four
Freddie bussin' at your dome
With the f**king Volvo
Bout to blast this silly hoe (**Yeah**)
Five six seven eight (**Oh**)
Freddie's here now meet yo' fate (**Huh, Okay**)
See you now you f**king snake (**What**)
Killing lames and killing fakes (**Skrt Skrt Skrt, WIFI!**)

Back on my bullsh*t
Got a hundred damn shooters (Brr)
Pull up in a Tesla, I ain't pull up in an Uber (Yeah)
Shawty count guap, and I'm rolling up ole
Real street n***a, I can never be noy
Shawty suck my d**k, cause she know I'm that boy
Break in his house we ain't make no noise (Damn)
Taking pounds of that pack, Oh boy (Boy)
Burning up the funnel when I'm rollin' doink
I got hella bangs for punch (Yeah what?)
Smoking og done f**ked up my lungs (Go)
Toting that heat, we ain't see em' in a drum (Sup)
n***a what you mean, if it's three for the un
Take you to the trap, I can get what you want (Yeah, huh)
You know I be gunnin' (Yeah)
Pull up with a .45, drama
No cut of cost, this sh*t is about nothing (Skrt Skrt Skrt)

*Positive Squad, stay blessed, never stressed*
*Let me tell you something brother, Kirby Mane 666 brother!*