Published on Oct 29, 2015 Buy 'Shadow Of A Doubt' on iTunes: http://hyperurl.co/shadowofadoubt "Fuckin' Up The Count" Directed by Jonah Schwartz Written & Conceptualized by Freddie Gibbs Vocals by Freddie Gibbs Produced by Boi-1da & Frank Dukes Mixed, Mastered, Recorded & Co-produced by Sid "Speakerbomb" Miller Creative Direction/A&R by Ben "Lambo" Lambert Freddie GIbbs 'Shadow Of A Doubt,' out now.
Published on Aug 14, 2015 [LYRICS DOWN BELOW] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Like, lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats 89 Vette still rock the tape deck Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breath Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt Off track placing bets collecting checks Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net On to the next score and we ain't finish counting yet Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling Park them cars behind my girl house I tell her she ain't see shit Nigga, we movin' like new apartment units I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it Bomb fluent in that money talk Glass slippers before she can walk Silver spoons fill her food for thought Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda pissed their pants to kiss her Break it off on sight she been gone all night, but she came back right Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby Shit crazy but it make perfect se
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Published on Aug 14, 2015 [LYRICS DOWN BELOW] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Like, lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats 89 Vette still rock the tape deck Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breath Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt Off track placing bets collecting checks Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net On to the next score and we ain't finish counting yet Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling Park them cars behind my girl house I tell her she ain't see shit Nigga, we movin' like new apartment units I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it Bomb fluent in that money talk Glass slippers before she can walk Silver spoons fill her food for thought Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda pissed their pants to kiss her Break it off on sight she been gone all night, but she came back right Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby Shit crazy but it make perfect se
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