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sad frosty – flushpipe! كلمات اغاني

[intro]
astro on the beat
uh_huh (ayy, turn that sh_t up, man)
trademark!
turn that sh_t up, bruh
godd_mn
(a_astro got it running)

[verse 1: sad frosty]
ayy, back from the gulag, i’m turnt up (okay)
rich from my [?] you gettin’ burnt up (b_tch)
ta_takin’ no handouts, b_tch, i had to earn some (ayy)
shut the f_ck up when i speak, you might learn some
ayy, came in the game, got his b_tch on lock (uh_huh)
easy bread from my hoodie, baped down to the socks
i done ball [?] don’t know what to cop
[?] geeks out, now they gotta restock (okay)
ask a b_tch, “why so serious?”
wanna f_ck first, is he curious?
do not disturb, why she furious?
want me to f_ck her, i think she delirious (okay, what?)
told my brodie, “[?] chips, i’ma run up” full milli, frosty the best (ayy)
they was ridin’ in hondas, now i’m in a jet with my team, we so up like i play for the nets (p_ssy)
i’ma vet’ in this b_tch, call up big t__zo, put lead in his sh_t (yeah)
if i wanna quit rapping, start strеaming on twitch
she said i’m a legend but [?]
walk right into labеls, we don’t gotta pitch (p_ssy)
lost my lil’ brother to some street sh_t
lost my grandpa, i couldn’t even eat, sh_t (godd_mn)
my own cousin told me i wouldn’t be sh_t
but i dropped, there’s no help, on some g sh_t
[verse 2: burgerman]
you best watch your mouth when my bro packin’
’cause he get to poppin’ and tote tagging (yup)
so you better duck when that pole blastin’ (uh_huh)
or just get to runnin’ like bo jackson (vroom, vroom)
and none of y’all ready for violence (nope)
so you can just stop with bumpin’
’cause we not with none of that fakin’ sh_t (uh_uh)
that chopper gon’ kick like we puntin’
and your girl on my d_ck, i’m not frontin’ (okay)
’cause she know how burger be comin’ (she do)
this lumber i pack got her runnin’ (uh_huh)
but babygirl, wait, ’cause i’m cummin’ (oh no)
see all of these rappers my sons (yup)
i’m a rapper and dapper in one (for sure)
i’m a capper, you actor, i’m not for the laughter, you n_ggas be flapping your gums (b_tch)

[verse 3: t__zo]
sh_t, i came from the dirt, i’m a lethal dropper
they be askin’ why t__zo stay with a chopper
you won’t catch me alone like macaulay culkin
tee’ put bread on your head, i’m a head popper
on your phone with your b_tch, she the head doctor
close that door, p_ssy boy, know the feds watchin’
why he actin’ like that? he a fed, probably
(yeah we spot him, got him, and red dot him)
sh_t, i’m back and i’m better than ever
i be drippin’ no matter the weather (ayy)
need more green in my salad, i’m extra (ayy)
bunch of hoes in this house like hugh heffner (ayy)
bunch of gold in my mouth, this sh_t pressure
and i swear, i won’t fold under pressure
and i’m ten times the maximum effort
and i keep me a stick, a beretta
and i got me a b_tch like heretta
yeah, you got shots but my shawty better
with my broke n_gga, his can is special
up that b_tch and he fold like a pretzel (he did)
yeah, these n_ggas cap like they wrestle
red dot on your face like a freckle
name on his bullet to make him feel special
[verse 4: bigchildsupport]
too many sticks in this b_tch so we walked in his trap, now he giving it up (yeah, he giving it up)
yeah, he dissin’ my brothers, we stuck in the field for these b_tches who see clout, now they tryna f_ck (yeah, they tryna f_ck)
[?] but we is not lackin’
i got me a forty, and trust me, it’s tough (it’s tough)
n_ggas play gangster, but he wanna tweak up in here like an angel, we liftin’ him up
d_mn, n_ggas be hatin’, they not on that block and they not what they seem (uh_huh)
i got that glock forty with the beam
kick door, juggin’ sh_t with the team (uh)
[?] baby n_gga, for the green
chopstick, mop, n_gga, mr. clean
then turn him upside down, stranger things
n_ggas really p_ssy out here, panther pink
i don’t really like rap, serve a fiend

[verse 5: imdontai]
drip is immaculate
shawty, what’s happenin’?
come f_ck with me and i’ll show you what splashin’ is
slid to the crib soon as she got the noti’
i’m up in that p_ssy, it’s wet like i’m boating
woahty, woahty, d_ck in throaty
i’m hot in the booth, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout voting
she pull out her titties and i’m motor boating
i [?]
[verse 6: quadeca]
i been goin’ crazy like howie mandel up in wuhan
what’s that? if you can’t tell, that’s my new song
i run past, b_tches can’t sell, takin’ too long
had to tell ’em all, “farewell, better move on”
got it in my hanker, where else would i put it?
did i [?] lookin’ stressed ’cause they couldn’t
didn’t understand, i put my tickets on the menu
say your tickets on the ‘gram, you gettin’ shelfed what you put in
uh, okay
uh, i’ma have to find your lovin’ wife and have consensual intercourse
right between her legs is my hypothetical dinner course
hit after hit, i’m professional in this sport
okay, better check in the next reports
i just hop up in a jet to the next resort
why they hate? well, i guess it’s the best retort
tired of carrying, i guess i need neck support

[verse 7: keshore]
yeah, big booty and it come with the punani
shirt off and she call me her man [?]
big nine, well, i feel like a real caddie
rim n_ggas all come in with [?]
shawty from texas, lookin’ like sandy
lookin’ for notes, you know where to find me
real cool n_ggas, all perfect timing
foot wrong, so i need an alignment
cool n_gga, i ain’t no [?]
jiggy like me, i know you wanna copy
king of the court, i’m shootin’ the top
the real g so you that i’m ridin’
all cream how my wallet be slimin’
asterisk if you all wanna try me
bean bag with it and you know that it’s diamond

[verse 8: dc the don]
hey, hi
h_llo, my name is dc, i’m motherf_ckin’ animal (yeah)
i got bape on my feet and yes, b_tches are frosties, my t__th are f_ckin’ mechanicals (yeah)
i just f_cked that b_tch, international
n_ggas in paris, this sh_t really casual (yeah)
and she suck d_ck like that b_tch was a danimal (yeah)
and she like meat, i turn that b_tch to a cannibal
ayy, it’s no_no (what?)
i just spent 30 in soho, my bro got a chopstick, we sick of these hobos (ayy)
b_tch, it’s lo on the motherf_ckin’ logo
go ‘head, take a photo, i’m walkin’ in slo_mo
ayy, what these n_ggas tryna do?
ayy, n_ggas finna split, round two, ayy
woke up in a really bad mood, ayy
n_ggas better step right before they get their sh_t blew
n_ggas slept in the club and woke up on the news

[verse 9: sad frosty]
twg, we could never get lasered (yeah)
f_ck the petty ass disses, i could never let ’em phase (b_tch)
and the frosty in the b_tch, i need a [?] on the [?]
flush the p_ssy down the drain if he ever tryna play me (okay)
’cause b_tch, i’m the best, i won’t settle for less (yuh)
if he say he want smoke, better come with a vest
all that nonsense y’all talkin’, better give it a rest
in the back with a ray gun, might shoot at his chest (okay)

[outro]
now, insert the vacuum breaker into the flush pipe
set the flushometer body on the flush pipe
begin tighting, the tail piece cuplink and hex cuplink
now use a small jaw ridge to secure each

- sad frosty

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