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letra de sadsouljafrosty! - sad frosty

[intro: sad frosty]
o-o-omb m-m-mafia
huh, what?
c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cktail
soulja boy, frosty, like what?
soulja boy, frosty, like what? aye
aye, yuh
huh, (yuh), yuh
mike g, you can’t do this to ’em, man!

[verse 1: sad frosty]
before i had fame, b-tch, i had a bag
i pull in the tesla, i’m doin’ the dash
these b-tches, they hit me, they just want to f-ck
i need a house with a pool in the front
lil’ thottie, she on me, she eating for lunch
my diamonds, they shine and it’s brighter than the sun
hundred k cash, got that in one’s
i eat on her -ss just for fun
yuh, aye, ridin’ around in the coupe
my whip, that sh-t just like the roof
-ssist on your girl, like a alley oop
can’t waste no time cause i’m chasin’ the loot
huh, yuh, still hit that hoe from the back
extended the verse, you know i’ma tax
lil’ frosty, they know me, i’m blowing up fast
i took your main b-tch and i f-cked in the -ss

[verse 2: soulja boy]
i took your main b-tch now i skijrt
run up on draco, you know that your body is dirt
skirt, i whip my wrist in the paint [?]
run up on me, now get hit with the strap
i just got high-tech and wokhart, i’m sippin’ on act
got a bad b-tch and you know that i hit from the back
a million dollar cash and not one in my stack
run up on gang and a p-ssy -ss n-gga get whacked
i just went platinum, where the f-ck is my plaque?
i got what you need n-gga, come to my trap
i jump in the foreign, that sh-t go fast
me and sad frosty, we serving that gas
my b-tch is a deviant, know that she boujee and bad
f-cked on the bed and know that she got a thick -ss
i am young draco, i shoot with no mask

[verse 3: sad frosty]
shoot with no mask, so i bust in her face
[?], then i buy me a wraith
how many hoes? i got about eight
[?], i’m hit, then i skate
i bought that lil’ b-tch a honda
kicked her out, then i f-cked on her momma
black b-tches, don’t got time for the drama
i rich as h-ll, still rockin’ pajamas, huh

[verse 4: soulja boy]
yuh, i walk in the club then superman
run in my wrist and i look like the man
i met your girl and she act like a fan
i made a hundred thousand in j-pan
young draco, n-gga, i play with the pots and the pans
on youtube while runnin’ up bands
servin’ that adderall, percocet, and i got xans
run up on me and i’ll knock out your man
stacks on deck money gang, racks in my hand
f-ck on your b-tch, she doin’ handstands
i am young draco, i do this sh-t just ’cause i can
i’ma go cop a beamer, skirt that sh-t to the trap
young draco, i put this sh-t on the map
run up on gang, you know you get clapped
she suck on my d-ck then i hit from the back
ooh, i’m doin’ ’em dirty
jump in the demon then n-ggas stop swerving
pull up and shoot, like i’m kyrie irving
junkies in my front, don’t know that i serve ’em
p-ssy -ss n-gga, belong in a circus
call up my trap and i’m servin’ that red and the purple
in the trap, whippin’ my wrists in a circle
make a wrong move and my n-ggas gon’ murk you

[outro: soulja boy]
gang

- sad frosty

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