Fred The Godson 89 Lyrics


89 by Fred The Godson

[Intro:]
These streets so crazy, I think that they made me
He's fronting me some books I never pay me
He's fronting me some pounds and I blew it down
As when I got that shovel with that 100 rounds!

Uh, let's get money like when it first started
Imagine that, right!
We better be better off, baby!
What up? Shit! Hustle, block!
Fuck that shit!

Hook:
Block full of bundles,
Welcome to the jungle!
You wanna get money, come here,
You come and come through
Yeah, I got that beat tonight,
You can test it, it's like 89
Instead of shop for an hour, eight to nine
You wanna be so 89
Let's get money like it's 89
Let's get money like it's 89

Hey yo, without bread I heard a bro won't want you
Slow gonna dump you
Assassinate that' what this world done come through?
I'm making the fox, now I'm trying to make the custom beaver
All white black in, so Justin Bieber.
It's Heaven away so I'm looking fly as hell
Supreme fitted jeans on supreme clientele
But that's ' on a funny ass
Because I'm killing them, fight night, night flight, body pas
Players, watch! Vegas, watch!
Lazar blocks, glacier rocks
Exaggerate, they kept the .. ages, stop!
I'm back to packing paper the places stuck!
Small, I'm probably a murderer
I touch you with the fingers on massage parlor
Bundles you can find, listen, we don't need a stall
Just some gloves and' to show my nigga free hoes

Hook:
Block full of bundles,
Welcome to the jungle!
You wanna get money, come here,
You come and come through
Yeah, I got that beat tonight,
You can test it, it's like 89
Instead of shop for an hour, eight to nine
You wanna be so 89
Let's get money like it's 89
Let's get money like it's 89

I'mma make this way clear (what?)
TBL, we don't play fear, no!
Huh, the 80 stay here and I don't give a fuck
The baby they care!
Daycare baby if I turn my eggs backside
You better not try play me!
They say I'm rapping crazy (crazy)
I've been nicest, the rap'
I work in the boxes, getting this on myself
The girl is a dirty box and she ain't below the belt
Call hard' twenty bellows, what else?
My blow got a white flow, I put it below on the shelves.
Hmmm, It's South Bronx baby cats
' so I paint it, dwag, paint it black (get it?)
Whenever I give it, you better pay it back
What a cameras, I have to pay it back!

Hook:
Block full of bundles,
Welcome to the jungle!
You wanna get money, come here,
You come and come through
Yeah, I got that beat tonight,
You can test it, it's like 89
Instead of shop for an hour, eight to nine
You wanna be so 89
Let's get money like it's 89
Let's get money like it's 89

Yeah, yeah, it's TBM, we're getting money like every night
Miami shit, Labronx kicks, Miami vice
For a buck you get fucked, Kama sutra
You're playing with my money, now a nigga gotta shoot you
Shit, shit, I'm smoking on Cally's finest
LV wrist wear is looking timeless
I got it on the arm my connect, girl
UK feel white till West Wood.
Hands on the work, it will work cause the test good
Chilling with my cubs like I'm riding through a west hood
Passion is nine tens to the low
That's why I'm out one ten to the dashboard
Head it on the trash course, fly like a passport
Hoe with a rock, on a quarter, nigga, pass off
Shit, shit, point gone mugzzy
.. finish line and never touch me
New rims on the Benz is a must see
Trying to gain green but the game looking rusty.
Cocaine a cold case, first 48, I'm on my As and Es
You want your As and Bs be getting OK.
Shit! New chain looking frosty
I'm the new snowman, the streets looking salty
We should be talking business, but he looking salty
Skim ass, G ass, bricks, get'

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