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letra de chutes & ladders - sad frosty

[intro]
(louie, wake up!)

[pre-chorus]
ayy, b-tch, what, uh

[chorus]
i can’t go nowhere without my glock, extend it
i got thirty shots up in this chop’ so you know i ain’t missin’ (b-tch, what?)
f-ck a handout, miss me with that, i ain’t with that ass kissin’
hit her once, get to the check, stayin’ focus on my mission (okay)
[verse 1]
cruisin’ around in an escalade (skrtt), left twenty-two b-tches on read today (okay)
i met your main b-tch like yesterday (b-tch), kick her out of the crib, ain’t no time to play
i know them boys hatin’, they fakin’, i made it (what?), it took me some time, we ain’t sayin’ it was pace (yuh)
he copy my sh-t but, b-tch, we ain’t adjacent, the ones who be hatin’ livin’ in mom’s bas-m-nt (uh)
i done woke up on some hot sh-t (yuh), i nod my head up in this b-tch, you know them boys gon’ drop sh-t
i can’t cuff no thot, b-tch, [?], i’m the locksmith (b-tch)
he want me to listen to his tape, that sh-t was not it (p-ssy)
f-ck an ap watch, i don’t need to know the time (uh)
why you trippin’ ’bout a b-tch, boy, that girl ain’t even fine
got your granny in my crib in the bathroom snortin’ lines
let that p-ssy try to play me, i’ma go and take what’s mine, ayy (p-ssy)

[pre-chorus]
ayy, b-tch, what, uh (huh?)

[chorus]
i can’t go nowhere without my glock, extend it (b-tch)
i got thirty shots up in this chop’ so you know i ain’t missin’
f-ck a handout, miss me with that, i ain’t with that ass kissin’
hit her once, get to the check, stayin’ focus on my mission (okay)

[verse 2]
rubber band man, frosty, i got h-lla guap (b-tch)
i might buy a new mclaren, f-ck it, after sandbox drop (what?)
she ask me do i trust her, i said, “baby girl, i don’t trust no thots”
t–zo hit me on the phone, askin’ when my album drop, ayy
i can’t go nowhere without my bape’s, now it’s model b-tches in my dm’s tryna give me face (what?)
they know frosty rich as h-ll, i cop that crib right by the lake
(b-tch)
t–zo pull up, chutes and ladders, got them tec’s right in your face (ayy)
[pre-chorus]
ayy, b-tch, what, uh (okay)

[chorus]
i can’t go nowhere without my glock, extend it
i got thirty shots up in this chop’ so you know i ain’t missin’
f-ck a handout, miss me with that, i ain’t with that ass kissin’ (b-tch, yuh)
hit her once, get to the check, stayin’ focus on my mission (okay)

[outro]
b-tch, uh, yuh

- sad frosty

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