Madlib - Harold's lyrics

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Madlib - Harold's lyrics

I keep a chip off in my cell phone Pocket full of stones, smoking on the strong Freddy kane, freddy corleone Marshalltown n***as had a n***a running home I call collect get me a 38, now b**h is on 9 millimeter, baretta to 40 cal By 23 fresh up out the box, b**h I hold it down I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile Fast forward ten years came back with roley's with golden crowns Skinny n***a Six wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me I tear them b**hes off Ski mask on yo baby daddy? Well that's that n***a loss Pointin' my trey five seven, I got my point across A skinny n***a Six wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me I tear them b**hes off This burning hole in my pocket Got me out here 50 soft Two-twenty-three on my enemy I tear them b**hes off A skinny n***a Six wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me I tear them b**hes off A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom f** my enemies what you looking for b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em f** my enemies what you looking for b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em f** my enemies what you looking for b**h I got 'em Kfc, harolds, sharks and popeyes Adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties A fresh delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats I got my license now I'm backseat f**ing every week A thick b**h live in miller, go to work 3:30 school was out then I was fresh under her skirt Them project n***as hit that b**h, that p**y went berserk Don't hit without that trojan, f** around you might get burnt She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto Lock it, p**y pop it, I swear this b**h deserve a medal Seen school girls turn into strippers in stilletos Pimpin' 'til I die, if you wanna stop then get ya shovel b**h Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom Freddie forgiato, all my b**hes spoiled rotten Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin' out the barrel Got a stain for them hubbas meet me at the harolds, b**h A skinny n***a Six wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me I tear them b**hes off A plate of chicken With the bread stuck to the bottom But f** my enemies what you looking for b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em f** my enemies what you looking for b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em b**h, b**h I got 'em f** my enemies what you looking for b**h I got 'em