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letra de arc de triomphe - frostyofficial

(instrumental)

[pre-verse]
(what?)

[verse 1]
feel like an animal, yank out your gutteral
stupid that homie for thinking i’m federal
twelve tryna find me and i’m unpredictable
white as a ghost but my magazine colorful
lord as my witness if sh-t will get physical
i am prepared for your weakening circle
but you as a rapper should handle sh-t verbally
if words do not work then you end that sh-t personally
can’t bow down to a b-tch like you
tryna act hard lookin like a hi-chew
money come slower than my d-mn iq
but when the loud pack reek that be my cue
don’t go talk where yo mouth can’t be
eyes c-cked back onna m-16
cluck like a rooster i shot for the scene
music vid out inna week yall peepin?
weed i’m stealing, every d-mn weekend
gotta keep feeding, all my dawgs eating
hiding my feelings, sactown dreaming
tryna make a bag what the f-ck you doing?
car still reeking, this my season
west side breathing, twelve still seeking
cali boy demon, f-ck boy screaming
yung jack frost got ya whole squad freezin’
death hangs near everywhere i go
f-cker tryna fight me at the cal expo
get em kicked out of sacramento
nine one six don’t f-ck with cutthroats
mama gave birth to a d-mn f-ck up
told her it was blood it was not ketchup
tryna save face like she wearing makeup
but what has she found, my father got slumped, hoe
[bridge]
riding with my choppa
on the way to math class
internet nerd
in the pen for smokin grass
talking in the streets
why you speaking h-lla cap
this is what you get
when the burbs tryna rap

[verse 2]
imma put him onna shirt
imma put him onna shirt
and his momma on the back
suckin d-ck watch her squirt
imma sock him to the dirt
imma sock him to the dirt
put his t–th to the curb
snap his neck watch it jerk
imma rip rip k!ll k!ll
f-ck f-ck life
time cuts short
getting gutted by a knife
imma rip rip k!ll k!ll
f-ck f-ck life
ion needa be a k!ller
i done k!lled the f-ckin race
ten shots out the ward
ten gs i would fight for
squad runneth on yall
smash his body to the wall
ion need a f-ckin test
ion need to f-ckin rest
had your city on the scene
since the age of fourteen
i dont care if you cry
i dont care if you rot
i aint never d-mn forgot
you done stole what you lost
tell your b-tches you got drip
tell your b-tches you the sh-t
but the fact of the matter is that
you are just a fake b-tch

- frostyofficial

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