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letra de new freezer - lil wayne

[verse 1: gudda gudda]
i’ma cash out on the ap, new freezer
the coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
i took your b-tch out to pappadeaux
she tried to order a sloppy joe
i told her give me some sloppy toppy
then let her know she a sloppy ho
tune pick me up in this brand new bugatti
two million cash this is not a ferrari
260 the dash i smoke anybody
150k cash it fit in my pocket
this is that d6 shout out to drizzy in the 6
mafia like it’s the 3-6
choppers make n-gg-s do b flips
put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
burn n-gg-s like a freak b-tch
flip and turn you like a key switch
’cause you bit the hand that i feed with, yeah
only time will tell n-gg-
i sat back and tried to tell n-gg-s
if you try to test me watch you fail, n-gg-
d-triple-6, i’m raisin’ h-ll, n-gg-

[verse 2: lil wayne]
death wish, death wish, death wish
i come to fulfill your death wish
first i must refill my beverage
that’s promethazine sold separate
that’s from texas
she’s from who knows
i got new doors i ain’t step in
i got new hoes i ain’t hit yet, i ain’t hit yet?
time is precious
i got pre-rolls i ain’t lit yet
i got pre-thoughts i ain’t think yet
i got money i ain’t see yet
and they wan’ know why i ain’t blink yet
i got big bags in my book bag
make me walk around like hunchback
diamonds so bright on my one hand
gave all five fingers a suntan
haters upset, that’s a fun fact
i got p-ssy in my lunch bag
i got soap and i got towels
bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
i got hoodies that say ‘young money’
i got b-tches that steal them from me
they go home and then they send pictures
to my phone with nothing under it
what am i to do? i’m lovin’ it
i run a bad–ss b-tches company
that’s my company, my b-tches humble me
i saw your b-tches, that was comedy
i got the ramady, oops i meant remedy
i got the chemistry, and the amenities
up in my bedroom, holding -ssembly
they leave feelin’ good; physically, mentally
meditate, meditate; think about yesterday
f-ck what that n-gg- say, think about yesterday
i can’t do everyday, i could do very late
just hit me up and now go check my resume
get out that chevrolet, jump in this better wraith
i know you see the doors open like heaven gates
she think i’m heaven sent, and i would not forgive every sin
but i forget everything, thanks to the medicine
thanks to the purple stuff
i’m finna pour it up, i’m finna stir it up
if i had a heart it’d be a purple one
pockets too fat, i’m pulling my girdle up
shots of b-mble, i’m finna serve ’em up
i got them comfy and kind and courteous
i put the old bodies in the new freezer
brrrr – i never heard of her

[outro]
six sh-t

- lil wayne

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