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Fredo Bang - Middle Name Lyrics



Fredo Bang - Middle Name Lyrics
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(Heero)
We in this bitch, man, yeah
Fifty grand and a hundred grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
I can't understand
Count that shit up like, yeah

Fifty grand and a hundred grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
Pop out with that cash money, bitch, I feel like Stunner, man
Know I play for keeps and I'm not losin' to no other man
All my exes say that I'm they Drake, I'm the best they ever had
She gon' be my baby, I say, baby, chase your dreams then
I'm too rich for feelings, you gon' have to change the deal to plan
(Hold the f*ck up, I just thought about it)
How you wanna be my bitch when you don't even know my middle name?

Michael Jackson tattin' on me, I don't f*ck with Billie Jean
Bank account got lotta O's, that shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any means
Pretty girl like Alabama, say I'm a dog, I'm not a barker
Keep a drum like my name Travis, call me daddy like your father
I'm talkin' real with money back, and I get that dough just like a baker
Every time they push me down, I get back up like Undertaker
Maybach rollin' shades up, and y'all just need some privacy
They threw my dog a letter, he had a choice, he still kept a G
Blamin' other niggas for why you broke, that don't sit right with me
If rap ain't never work, I still be pushin' plates like Applebeer

Yeah, I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin' Hilfiger
Player ass nigga with a mill, call me Mac Miller
She don't like a fighter, hit a doctor, get a back picker
Hit it from the back, it say, "Purr," I'm a cat killer

Haha, kill the pussy Bang, I'ma cat killer
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, she want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, she want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
From the back, from the back, from the back, yeah, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, yeah, yeah
From the back, from the back, from the back, yeah, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, okay
Okay, f*ck me like your baby daddy standin' here
Mm-hmm, f*ck me like your baby daddy standin' here
You know you don't like that nigga
Yeah, I say, f*ck me like your baby daddy standin' here
Yeah
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(Heero)
We in this bitch, man, yeah
Fifty grand and a hundred grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
I can't understand
Count that shit up like, yeah

Fifty grand and a hundred grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
Pop out with that cash money, bitch, I feel like Stunner, man
Know I play for keeps and I'm not losin' to no other man
All my exes say that I'm they Drake, I'm the best they ever had
She gon' be my baby, I say, baby, chase your dreams then
I'm too rich for feelings, you gon' have to change the deal to plan
(Hold the f*ck up, I just thought about it)
How you wanna be my bitch when you don't even know my middle name?

Michael Jackson tattin' on me, I don't f*ck with Billie Jean
Bank account got lotta O's, that shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any means
Pretty girl like Alabama, say I'm a dog, I'm not a barker
Keep a drum like my name Travis, call me daddy like your father
I'm talkin' real with money back, and I get that dough just like a baker
Every time they push me down, I get back up like Undertaker
Maybach rollin' shades up, and y'all just need some privacy
They threw my dog a letter, he had a choice, he still kept a G
Blamin' other niggas for why you broke, that don't sit right with me
If rap ain't never work, I still be pushin' plates like Applebeer

Yeah, I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin' Hilfiger
Player ass nigga with a mill, call me Mac Miller
She don't like a fighter, hit a doctor, get a back picker
Hit it from the back, it say, "Purr," I'm a cat killer

Haha, kill the pussy Bang, I'ma cat killer
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, she want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, she want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
From the back, from the back, from the back, yeah, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, yeah, yeah
From the back, from the back, from the back, yeah, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, okay
Okay, f*ck me like your baby daddy standin' here
Mm-hmm, f*ck me like your baby daddy standin' here
You know you don't like that nigga
Yeah, I say, f*ck me like your baby daddy standin' here
Yeah
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Writer: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant Jr., Marlon Clark, Raheem Hightower, Tyrik Ahmed Myles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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