Intro:
"Song , mic check" "Man shout out Dj Akademik, lets get it crackin'" (They in the room , or on the table) I had to snap on this one, (had to grab my uhh f*ckin sh*t out the car, I don't got em though ) AYE
Verse:
Make my di*k hard, not my life (Yeeaauuhh)
I'm just tryna f*ck, I'm not looking for a wife, (Single )
No I'm not a plumber ,but I'm tryna give you pipe, (Ha ha )
Baby I'ma dog, but I do not bite (Not that hard )
Can I make yo pus*y wet, and not yo eyes, (Drip)
You listen to yo friends but they only tell you lies (No good )
Smoke good weed, have you high in the sky , (Roll this up )
Yea ima freaky n*gga, baby girl I'm Fried (Hold on what )
Make her throw that ass back, for that real n*gga (wop wop wop )
Young n*gga from the "T" , I'm from the "Mill" n*gga (From the "Mill")
And I'm bouta turn up, I don't need no deal n*gga (f*ck a deal)
Watch how I spazz on it, I'm fr n*gga (Okay Fred)
Snappin' on this beat , make yo hoe tryna f*ck, (f*ck)
Pull up to the scene with my 40 Boyz tucked (Tuck)
Under da seat, man that's where we keep that stuff, (Don't touch that)
Why you n*ggas hating on me, man you n*ggas is not tough
Man you n*ggas is not hard, (Ya ya ) and I will pull yall card, (Card Card)
I pull up in the daytime, or I pull up when its dark, (It don't matter )
You n*ggas using keys and my sh*t push the start
But yo b*tch finna get it on, YEAH I KNOW WHAT I SAID
CHORUS:
Make my di*k hard, not my life (my life)
I'm just tryna f*ck, I'm not looking for a wife, (Wife)
No I'm not a plumber ,but I'm tryna give you pipe
Baby I'ma dog, but I do not bite (Heyy holloon)
Bridge:
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back , aye
Make it clap, make It clap, make it clap aye
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back , aye
Make it clap, make It clap
She wanna f*ck with me , cause a n*gga do the parties (Yeaaahhh)
When I come thru, why I'm lit off Bacardi
I only need "Hen" & "Patron" to get it started, (Lets f*ck baby)
If yo b*tch spend the night, then yo b*tch getting extorted (ahha) (yahhh)
f*ckin on yo b*tch, make you n*ggas mad
Why you n*ggas hating on me , cause (b*tch I run up a bag)
Why you n*ggas hating on me, b*tch It's Fred Dukes
All in yo b*tch, on yo beat , yeah that's what I do, (That's what I do )
Why you n*ggas laughing, I don't see whats funny
I hit hard like a mac, b*tch just call me ebunny (man down )
You n*ggas really stupid, man I call you n*ggas dummy
And I'm f*ckin on yo b*tch, to these 100's yes I'm runnin'
CHORUS:
Make my di*k hard, not my life (my life)
I'm just tryna f*ck, I'm not looking for a wife, (Wife)
No I'm not a plumber ,but I'm tryna give you pipe
Baby I'ma dog, but I do not bite (Heyy holloon)
Bridge:
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back , aye
Make it clap, make It clap, make it clap aye
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back , aye
Make it clap, make It clap
Outro:
Baby you a buss down , can I see that sh*t shake
Can I pull up , make it twerk like a earthquake, (woo woo )
Baby girl its Fred Dukes, you know I got that stomach ache
Sick ass flow, why you n*ggas be so pumpfake... (whew) uhhhh