Fredo Bang – “Come On Lyrics” | (feat. TEC)

Lyrics of Come On by Fredo Bang & TEC

(What Up, B Real?)

(Duke On Da 808)

Where You Been Hidin’? You Ain’t Been Outside In A Minute

Since You Got A Man, You’ve Been Stayin’ In Like It’s A Pandemic

But You Know Lu Gon’ Get You Litty,

Turn That Beat Up, Put Some Liquor In Your System

She Shy By Herself, But Let Me D!ck Her With Her Sister (With Her Sister)

Mama, I’ve Been On Your Trail Like Some Taillights

You Know I’ma Feast It If That Pus*sy Got No Smell, Right?

I’m Full Of X And I’m In Paradise

I Don’t Rock No Moissanite, Just Real Ice

Clean As A B!tch, But My Cup More Muddy Than A Trail, Right?

Oh, Oh, Casamigos

All Bad B!tches Love Drinkin’ Reposado

Okay, Face Card Check, Huh, Lash Game Check, Huh

Frontal Game Check, Bae, I Know You Got That Wet, Huh

Give Me Some, I’ll Knock You Off, How You Squeeze That In Them Jeans?

Her House Smell Like Pine-sol, Her Kitty Bald Like Mr. Clean

I Keep It Real Right From The Start, I Fu*k With You, You Fu*k With Me

She Say She Like Bad B!tches Too, I’m Fu*kin’ With Your Energy

Ooh, How Your Mama Made You Like That?

Ooh, I Love It When You Work It Like That

Ooh, How Your Mama Made You Like That?

You Know I Love It When You Work It Like That

So Won’t You Come On, Baby, Get Your Roll On, Baby?

You Don’t Really Like The Vibes, We Can Switch Locations

I Said, Come On, Baby, Get Your Roll On, Baby

Everybody Outside, Why The Fu*k We Waiting?

Take A Shot, Take A Shot, Take A Shot Now

Take A Shot, Take A Shot, Take A Shot

Take A Shot, Take A Shot, Take A Shot Now

Take A Shot, Take A Shot (Come On, Come On)

Now Come On, Don’t Be Waitin’ Too Long

Shot O’clock, White Or Brown, I’m On Whatever You On

That Don Julio Got Her Out Her Top, I Think She Left Her Roof Home

She Gon’ Make That Ass Wobble, Say This Her Favorite New Song

Put Both Hands In The Air, Now Make It Clap

That Kitty Rare, I’ma Trip Out, Hit It Bare

I Love Suckin’ Titties And You Got A Pretty Pair

B!tch, I’m Rollin’, Get In There

Threw My Za, The Coach Stare

Right, Left, Right

Her Tongue Out While She Workin’, Think She Fiendin’ For A Nigga

You Got That Wet-wet, That Hurricane,

You Gon’ Need Fema, Fu*kin’ With Her

It Go, Left Cheek, It Go, Right Cheek

It Go, Left Cheek, It Go, Right Cheek

So Won’t You Come On, Baby, Get Your Roll On, Baby?

You Don’t Really Like The Vibes, We Can Switch Locations

I Said, Come On, Baby, Get Your Roll On, Baby

Everybody Outside, Why The Fu*k We Waiting?

Take A Shot, Take A Shot, Take A Shot Now

Take A Shot, Take A Shot, Take A Shot

Take A Shot, Take A Shot, Take A Shot Now

Take A Shot, Take A Shot (Come On, Come On)