Need His Album - Fredo

Oh me and my guy We got his 'n' his electric shavers His 'n' his jeans His 'n' his trainers Two grown dudes in a similar size - me and my guy In synchrony at five foot eleven in height I love looking in the mirror standing side by side Wearing his 'n' his suits with his 'n' his ties And everything's so interchangeable We can swap things whenever we choose If I'm bored of my wardrobe I'll raid his drawers I'll take his shorts, he'll wear my shoes And sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things (Ooh la la la, ooh la la la) Makes me feel smug with all the convenience that brings So whatever is mine is his and whatever is his can be mine And we'll stay nauseatingly happy 'til the end of time Just me and my guy Looking back on a time in another life I never thought I could be happy or find my stride I thought relationships were for fools who liked to follow a crowd That's 'coz back in those days it seemed the odds were stacked The boys would kiss the girls on the bus at the back Turns out opposites don't necessarily always attract Now I sit snuggled up in our bedroom I guess I've become one of those following fools One who's able to share all his male underwear His 'n' his toys, his 'n' his rules And sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things (Ooh la la la, ooh la la la) Makes us feel smug with all the convenience that brings So whatever is mine is his and whatever is his can be mine And we'll be nauseatingly happy 'til the end of time Just me and my guy Oh me and my guy Though we get to share all our "boys' toys" and toiletries That ain't where the similarities end There's no feelings of envy or jealousy Sharing crushes on all the same men (Yes!) And I never have to explain Why my little brain has been programmed this way Because oh he gets it, like I get it We're in tune and locked on the same page We got his 'n' his dreams, his 'n' his goals This his 'n' his life, it never gets old I will walk in these shoes 'til the soles have died Sometimes when we're lying under the covers at night I still get excited, it still makes me smile That I'm sharing my bed, lying side by side with another guy And there's nothing else I can compare to this Growing up we never saw these scenes Watching friends struggling to navigate the world of boys with girls Guess it wasn't for me Now sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things (Ooh la la la, ooh la la la) Makes us feel smug with all the convenience that brings So whatever is mine is his and whatever is his can be mine And we'll stay nauseatingly happy 'til the end of time Just me and my guy Oh me and my guy Oh me and my guy

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She's gettin' it ready Wanna send it to Freddy No lie, we don't spend on a jezzy Thirty racks that I spent on the Presi' We be steppin' Fendi, we're spendin' a twenty The woman, she'll never forget me My youngen in black, messy Yeah, I just got the gwap in, heavy Them drops are holdin' horses I-I got this coat imported Nah, it didn't drop in Europe Lots of tourin' out on the street Them shoes that's down by my feet I got them now, but they're out in a week Four foreigns, we're out in a fleet Niggas rollin', I round up the team, listen Yeah, my youngens are juggin' Doing their ting, food in the cling In two days, man's viewin' the crib And two weeks rent costs two and a bit Got a view and it's lit Half a box, man's doin' that quick My cunch ends popped off so much I packed my bags and moved to the strip Niggas be talkin' trappin', they're lyin' Look at my bracelet, actually diamonds 'Bout to whip this pack I'm fryin' Balmain rips like scratched by lion Niggas don't want me to pop out Cleanin' the strip with the mop out We used to chat, she's blocked now 'Cause she gave me hat, pop down But my wrist is on bust down Who can I trust now? Rolling with uck town Goin' to uck town, I don't do shows without uck now And all of my shows gettin' shutdown Thirty-six O's gettin' bruck down Yeah, you had some money, you're bruck now I spend couple hundred on lunch now Leave gyal shy when I come 'round Check out my coat, that's a chinchilla She wanna hold on my chinchilla Trill nigga, six figures Women with us, they got sick figures Check it, I'm boilin' the rock in Watchin' the oils, they're droppin' Whip it up, oils are lockin' Plus all of my boils are problem Yeah, gunners are with me, you know it Yeah, I'm runnin' the city, you know it Yeah, I'm clubbin', it's with me, I got it No, it's nothin' to spend all the profit Told myself I ain't shoppin' this week Next day, Harvey, top and a jeans Both of them shits gonna cost me a G Sayin', show this to your people innit When I talk, yute listen

I still remember the first wetting Filled up with hype and adrenaline Gave the yout' a little leggin' Next time was a face shot, progression My youngin got life, stressin' Wonderin' if we'll forget him Back then for six racks, get 'em Now times that by ten just for renting It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin' It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon This music just came as a blessin' After all of the rain and the lessons Promoters, they pay for my entrance These people, they pay for a sentence Robbed the plug, never meant it My biggest mistake, I left it Grew up with my mum (mum) Used to see my dad a bit (a bit) 'Til I started movin' so dumb He couldn't even manage it I was 14 and I was missin' like Madeleine Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis I quit school for the bangin' strip But let's go back a bit Mum moved me out of London when I was like ten But I was the same out there, I was badder again So by 13, we was back in the ends (we're back) But bringin' me back to that shitty estate Was probably my mum's biggest mistake But she never grew up or lived in this place Met my dad here, thinks the city is great Biggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play I'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates That's maximum profit on minimum wage Now I'm a star, they won't give me no space Bad bitch with an innocent face Why you broke? There's a million ways Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways Yo, this rap weren't never the plan I'm cool but never a fan (never) Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man But you need money to be the best that you can If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang Young little teenagers steppin' for man That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?) Feds on my back They think I'm the head of the gang Couple G's on the road Got the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em) Couple hundred in drug P's Put the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away) Kilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo We got it, there's no wrestlin', man Who's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?) She said I'm out here fuckin' everybody Who's gonna settle with that? (Hmm?) Cookin' tuna in my cell Used to use kettles for that Since I ran up half a million, pussy, I never been better We been livin' a way, fly out the cunch, give it away Next thing you know, the phone's on the drib in a day That's how I done it, it's really the way I shot the glass from whippin' the yay Lost it, was my biggest mistake Gave Delma some food, he went missin' away He must've thought up in the prison he safe Biggest mistake My niggas ran in the cell and slit in his face (gang) This ain't rap, it's really the case Revenge is so sweet, it's really the taste Everyone knows me, the feelin' is strange (strange) Dark tint when I chill in the Range (Range) Bro got locked, years in the cage Every day's the same, so I give him a change Yo, I worked so hard to be real But them lies that they make ain't harmin' me, still (never) Got a yout' strapped up in the party to kill He knows make his own way home if he's barkin' it still My army is real 20 years if he pleads, that's hardly a deal Man, it's awkward now I don't even know what we should talk about You must be havin' weird dreams of walkin' out (ah) You don't need kebab shops for no quarter pounds Just phone Little Capo, he'll sort you out My niggas ride, don't talk it out Hanger in the pot, fork it out Used to have to stay at my shorty's house Now my left wrist is a mortgage house You know what's funny as well? (What?) Before I met Santan Dave I met his brother in jail I never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?) Who would've thought me and his brother would sell? Number one in the charts I used to be number one in the dark, dark Doubtin' myself was my biggest mistake Trustin' someone was also my biggest mistake We started as dargs, but he finished a snake Can't run 'round there to slither away I'm into money, ain't into debates With my knife on, watch niggas deflate The quicker I leave, the bigger the chase So girl, don't play, give a nigga your face I paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case Feds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh) Percs, I got dribs in the safe Think I'm out with all the shit that I made Give a nigga a break Every dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah) Free my dargs that's still locked in the cage Reminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest) I still remember the first wetting Filled up with hype and adrenaline Gave the yout' a little leggin' Next time was a face shot, progression My youngin got life, stressin' Wonderin' if we'll forget him Back then for six racks, get 'em Now times that by ten just for renting It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin' It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon This music just came as a blessin' After all of the rain and the lessons Promoters, they pay for my entrance These people, they pay for a sentence Robbed the plug, never meant it My biggest mistake, I left it Can money buy happiness? No, money can't buy happiness But it can contribute towards gettin' happiness I mean, you can't go into the shop and purchase a bottle of happiness It just doesn't work like that There's not, like, a single thing that you can identify as happiness And say you're gonna have money and get that There's so much more

Okay I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know) I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody) From the cars to the clothes (clothes) The jewels to the flows (flows) Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow And no (no), I don't wonder She'll love me if I'm broke (why?) 'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, no I get money when I'm high (high) I get money when I'm low (low) I get money with my hunny (hunny) I get money with the bros (bros) You try discipline me? (Me) That's when I discipline you (you) Girl, I'm done with these hoes I'm in a discipline mood (I am) Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin', too Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too When you're at work, missin' me You're missin' 'em too, nah (too) Real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms Like, sweep 'em aside ('side) Put your feelings aside I'm the type to go to a weddin' And leave with the bride I'm a devious guy Got my girl a new Range Rover Left it outside, and said "The keys are inside" And I still can't get a Visa, or go to Miami 'Cause you know me, I'm scatty Favorite clothes is a trackie Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist They ask me how? I tell them the reason is I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know) I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody) From the cars to the clothes (clothes) The jewels to the flows (flows) Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow And no (no), I don't wonder She'll love me if I'm broke (why?) 'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no) I get money when I'm high (high) I get money when I'm low (low) I get money with my hunny (hunny) I get money with the bros (bros) You love moanin' Always tryna leave me with stress But if I leave You know it's gonna leave you depressed (you know it) Six keys on my neck I said "We are the best" Only alphabet I know is, VVNS The city know I'm clean when I dress And the city knows you play And yes (yes), we're leavin' a mess Niggas feenin' for skirt Want my princess Is the only girl in this world I need to impress I stop buying jewlery, and said "I need to invest" So vested and got more jewel, I need to confess (I need) If I had one wish (one), It would be your address (come) Come 'round with my dawg, and leave teeth in your flesh S-said she's on the pill But I'm still nuttin' in her grill 'Cause trust, it's nothin' that I feel (nothin') I spit crack, and it's also suttin' that I deal I'm chef after dilemma, come and have a meal I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know) I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody) From the cars to the clothes (clothes) The jewels to the flows (flows) Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow And no (no), I don't wonder She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?) 'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no) I get money when I'm high (high) I get money when I'm low (low) I get money with my hunny (hunny) I get money with the bros (bros) I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody know From the cars to the clothes, the jewels to the flows

Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you They're gonna tell you that they love you when it benefits But the second that it doesn't, you're irrelevant So it's only day ones that I'm steppin' with And any other nigga actin' salty can get peppered quick I caught niggas doin' funny shit a couple times And when I asked 'em 'bout it, they told me a couple lies Man, you can put it on your sister or your mother's life But I know the truth 'cause I can see it in them brothers' eyes That wasn't part of the plan, no, we ain't part of a gang But we just grew up in the same trench Runnin' from the same feds, jumpin' over same fence Lookin' at my pendant like I wondered where the rain went And no lie, I put seven hundred grams of Benzocaine in my whole nine And press it for the whole night And when I go back to my trap in the morning I dash it all down and feel i'm actually ballin' Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you My nigga Melo just came out the can So you know I had to put somethin' straight in his hand And it wasn't from no trap, it came straight from the bank Boy, you know I'm washin' up money big from the trap Only time that they caught me lackin' Your block saw a couples shootings and some naughty steppings Could've sent my lil' niggas but I'm for the action This is more than rappin' Walkin' with a ten, I don't need to talk on that 'Cause we're in the thick of it I was 13 on the block, hittin' little bits Now when I'm look in my pop, there's a brick in it I poured the mix and triple it But still I'm on the millions, takin' pictures with the little kids But no lie, for my young boy guilty For the murder, I'm like, "Oh my, he's gonna get us all life" So when I go back to my yard in the evening I'm looking to the sky, thankin' God for this freedom Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you