FREDDY JS LYRICS BY WESTSIDE GUNN

Freddy Js Lyrics by Westside Gunn is latest English song voiced by him, its music is given by Westside Gunn. Brand new lyrics of Freddy Js song is written by Westside Gunn.

Freddy Js Song Detail
Song – Freddy Js
Singer(s) – Westside Gunn
Musician(s) – Westside Gunn
Lyricist(s) – Westside Gunn

Freddy Js Lyrics

H-holiday season
Yo nineteen in the fn one in the head
Sleep good every night all them n!ggas is dead
Holiday season b!tch
Hahahaha you know who it is dj holiday
And I sip my pino grigio on you broke ass n!ggas
I was just wondering did you miss me?

Yo nineteen in the fn one in the head (Yeah)
Sleep good every night all them n!ggas is dead (Good)
“can’t nobody fu*k with me” n!gga I said (Ah)
Hellcat red and the maybach red (Let’s go)
New rover red and the g-wagon red (Skrrt)
Few hit his dreads hit his chest hit his legs (Brrt brrt)
Came to fu*k your b!tch on the jet I’m a player (Ah)
Virgil gave me this I ain’t even gon’ wear it (Uh-uh)
Switches make these dirty motherfu*kers get to spraying (Brrt brrt)
N!ggas crawling under cars seen a couple n!ggas praying

Still got them shits duck taped I’m the man (I’m the man)
I could change your life for thirty grand (Ah)
All these diamonds on me they don’t even understand
I’m a eastside n!gga freddy j with the pan (Whip)
Seen him on chippewa shit hit the fan (Brrt)
Then I sped off in a lamb’ with big lan’ (Skrrt)
Same n!ggas hating they was fans they was fans (Ah)
Hit every house on his block I ain’t playing (Bop bop bop bop bop)

I’m just saying do you hear that?
H-holiday season
You know it’s some real street shit going on
Westside gunn
Ayo peezy get ’em

Ghetto boyz we with that gangster shit (Yeah)
Pull up spank a b!tch
Might just slime you out need a handkerchief (Yeah)

They come when you least expect it you gotta be thinking quick
I’m out here chasing my dreams
I came a long way I was chasing fiends (Yeah I got him right here)
You and me in a different league my pants is k these chrome heart jeans (Fu*k boy)
Might see me out shopping in paris I’m buying this shit I might not even wear it (For real)
Too much rick owen don’t know what to wear (Uh-huh)
I’m not wearing amiri got too many pairs (Yeah)
The room I’m at is a thousand a night
Gotta call security to get upstairs
Told my ho “if you fu*k me tonight I’ll take you shopping and pay for your hair”
If I ever send n!ggas to get you they going up top they ain’t grazing your lid
When the feds snatched me off the plane I told him let’s do it I’m sleepy as hell (No lie)
Know some n!ggas was sick that I’m winning you know and it’s fu*k ’em I tell ’em get well (N!gga)
My crib so motherfu*king big I make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (Yeah)
They ever get wind ’bout shit that we did we getting the chair (Shh)
I put out the word ain’t nobody spared (Uh-huh)
He blow off your head then cut off his dreads (I cut off his dreads)
I come from nothing to something I hold my wrist in the air I’m celebrating (Yeah)
Call that ghetto elevation (Yeah)
I got rich no education n!gga

Catch my n!gga in the uk (What’s that? what’s up n!gga?)
Dolce & gabbana robe and shit (Ghetto)
Might be with yo’ b!tch
Hahaha holiday season westside gunn
Classic