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str pryns - frozen كلمات أغنية

sipping on fake drank that boy gon vomit
f_cking yo b_tch her ass clapping like the beat on this song
i pop a pill and i’m d_cking her hard
i’m d_cking her down b_tch i’m d_cking her long
i’m smoking so much probably got purple lungs
you doing too much pills need to get off the drugs
we doing too much drills we been sliding all month
what the f_ck you on ain’t made pape in a month
i’m tryna score on a pound of runtz
i’m smoking a leaf b_tch this not a blunt
that boy don’t flip sh_t n_gga he front
we keep that sh_t goin we can’t stop nun
you don’t got a honeybun only honeybun you got is a snack
why the f_ck is you cap you ain’t never sip act
my money so invested that i can sit back
i take the n_gga bread he ain’t getting sh_t back
i don’t trust that n_gga cus he might rat
bout to get a brand new f_cking neck tat
i’m with a bad ass b_tch and we f_cking at saks
i make it back times 2 so i’m f_cking up racks
can’t find him oh wait i got the drop that’s bad
yo b_tch a 5 you thinking she a 10 she not bad
try to put a 5 on my wood i won’t do that
i can put a 5 on his head get him gone 5 racks
boy what the f_ck you smoking on that sh_t ain’t thrax
hypermotility punches hit fast
you can’t run from the switch boy that’s yo ass
why is you showing that cash you know that’s yo last
i know you cap boy you don’t got sh_t in the stash
i swing the glock and my punches hitting like brass
we got the drop on the house and we lay in his grass
wait til he comes out we putting a hole in him fast
b_tch hit a strike like she bowling
moncleezy on in poland
we slide in da whip it’s stolen
my punches hit like roman
i got his bank now it’s frozen
glock on me let it go like frozen
look at my wrist that sh_t so frozen
i up on the boy with the stick he frozen
internet boy why you trolling
stick big as me but can hold it
the stack in my hand i can’t fold it
you not on sh_t and i notice
i jugg him he said that i’m bogus
i’m sending these packs through the postal
f_ck with us get whacked with a pistol
my whole team balling like pistons
we light that boy up like a incent
we left him smelling
bro rolled a 3.5 he inhaling
i get the pack lil b_tch and i mail it
no scale i eyeball don’t need to scale it
that switch hit that n_gga he fell quick
she snorting white now she a pale b_tch
i’m getting the pack in the mail b_tch
might triple the bread when i sell b_tch
that boy is a l cus he fail b_tch
he broke he smoking on tails b_tch
you not on sh_t i can tell it
i’m cooking up crack on a spoon you can smell it
we got sticks we don’t play shoot that sh_t like nba
she suck my d_ck but she not my bae
p_ssy boy you broke that’s not okay

- str pryns

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