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$UICIDEBOY$ - PROVOLONE & HEROIN (FEAT. FREDDIE DREDD) (Lyric Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Dredd
Freddie Dredd
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

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Pull up in a benz Higher than a bitch Northside playa getting head from a stripper Gold mouth dizzog Fucking with that heron Dog food shorty All that shit you selling stepped on Better get the fuck on Fuck up off the strizzeet Pull that glizzy glock I make it pop and leave him deceased Took his hoe with me I heard she was a frizzeak Coke bottle physique Her pussy got a earring Let my girl fuck her Hit her with strap on Kick back like a mizack while I get the dizzome Sipping on sizzurp I can't hear a wizzord That chopper leave em leaking Put his body in the dizzirt Banging with my folk Face on us like poker Them boys from the northside Execute you on your sofa Mane who the smizzoke? I die for kinfolk That pride will leave you crizzoaked When I slide with that pistol N O R T-zee H S I D E-zee Ride through the city Them freak hoes show they titties Popping on them pizzills Pussies know the dizzeal Wetto keep the stizzeal Too thick in the vizzille Bitch i been fucking these bitches Now i'm ducking these bitches Untouchable Limitless Hoe don't fuck with my business Kermit on my wrist look slick Thats 16 thou around my fist Day dreaming of money cuz tonight i might just hit some licks Take your pick Should i whip the new benz or the '56? 59 ways to die and all of them involving slick Sloth cleaning his pistol while i load another 60 clips Ready to go to war but they always end up with slit wrists I'm so sick and tired of all these fakes and liars Thinking that they fire When really they admire what we do Biting and biting 'til our style all chewed up Now my head all screwed up I threw up on bitch when i was fucking on her late last night Wetto gave me fenty patch boy was feeling nice Drooling on myself i couldn't even get my dick up I coulda been a mark if i wasn't so fucking clicked up Grey 59 bitch id die for one of mine Southside of the lake i travel north to see my slime New orleans born n bred ill make a dollar out a dime Always on my toes i keep my fingers on my nine I hope they recognize Fuckin with me you will see the devils eyes Not alive Hear the freddie dredd you better run inside I got my glockie with me Bitches always acting shifty Im countin up think bout 50 Testin me is very risky You aint so hard Fuckin bitch you fuckin fraud Aint my job Teach a lesson Betta count ya fuckin blessings Imma boss Take the loss If ya hate me Fingers crossed Imma beast Aint the least Get to killin Its a feast One more time On my grind And i never have to find What im looking for Say the word and bodies start to hit the floor I think i got to go Im running from the time you know Im freddie dredd you hoe Posted in the cold before I never heard of you Pussy boi aint got the juice I wanna kill a fool Thats all i want to do Stockin up on ammo Always ready for the next Im about to fuck ya life up Cuse you fuckin with the best Freddie please Do not do it Freddie please Can you stop Nah bitch ima demon And im runnin on the clock
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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