Wandsworth to Bullingdon Lyrics – Fredo
Singer: Fredo
Title: 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
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Tinashe - Bouncin
Aryia - Candyland
Lyrics Fredo – Wandsworth to Bullingdon
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru