Fredo – Wandsworth to Bullingdon

Fredo Wandsworth to Bullingdon

Fredo – Wandsworth to Bullingdon Lyrics

Artist: Fredo
Song: Wandsworth to Bullingdon

Now, don’t talk about prison
My n*ggas are full of them
I’ll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n*ggas, on basic for bullying

He didn’t see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don’t half step, that’s cause I’m fully in
Jail after jail, had me feeling I couldn’t win
Now, I might roll up on you in a Cullinan

Don’t like the opps
No roller, we’re taking a ‘ped
Roll out, now all paigon are dead
They ain’t come back, they’re ravin’ instead

The opps must be in heaven, shakin’ their head
And I come from a place it ain’t safe to be fed
Where they try sell it, then take it instead
You’re cuffing them hoes, you’re making arrests

She’s giving’ me blow, she’s taking a risk
You know me, I just keep it humble, this summer’s cost me rondos
Real trap boy, I was on phone to Nosmonso
Yo, I was distributing balls like Alonso

I can’t believe I’m talking millions in these convos
Three car convoys, fly like a Concorde
I can’t see through these shades, they’re Tom Ford
I used to feed the seagulls in Portland

Had a grey don shell fiends like Jonjo
Now, don’t talk about prison
My n*ggas are full of them
I’ll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon

I got some n*ggas, on basic for bullying
He didn’t see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don’t half step, that’s cause I’m fully in
Jail after jail, had me feeling I couldn’t win

Now, I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don’t like the opps
Now, don’t talk about prison
My n*ggas are full of them

I’ll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n*ggas, on basic for bullying
He didn’t see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don’t half step, that’s cause I’m fully in

Jail after jail, had me feeling I couldn’t win
Now, I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don’t like the opps but my lungs are still full of them
Gave him a one but he wanted a quarter

New watch clear like a bottle of water
I got a spar in the building, so when the gang drilling they pop in my sauna
Four in the babies, a popular order
Pay for the four, I might drop you the daughter

Slice up the opps, I get lots of them tortured
And flew past the opps, I got lots of them awkward
Thames side, visit or I bring the dully in
Two sawn off shotguns filled up with Duracell’s

We catch the opps and then that’s a news bulletin
Ever turned your white Air Force into Louboutin’s?
My batch old school, them n*ggas new to this
She tell me she love how my Cubans sit

The game, let’s get faster and furious
This sh#t got me feeling like Ludacris
Now, don’t talk about prison
My n*ggas are full of them

I’ll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n*ggas, on basic for bullying
He didn’t see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don’t half step, that’s cause I’m fully in

Jail after jail, had me feeling I couldn’t win
Now, I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don’t like the opps
Now, don’t talk about prison

My n*ggas are full of them
I’ll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n*ggas, on basic for bullying
He didn’t see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him

No, I don’t half step, that’s cause I’m fully in
Jail after jail, had me feeling I couldn’t win
Now, I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don’t like the opps but my lungs are still full of them
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