letra de frozone - xhris2eazy
hahahahahahaha, b-tch
smoking on this gas, i’m like bro i’m off the ozone
walking to the spot, heart too cold call me frozone
why you talking on my name? i know you’re a bozo
now we coming up they steady asking for a photo
asking for some promo
talking out your mf mouth, that’s a no-no
seb i wear it on my sleeve like a logo
wear it like a polo
stealing pack from [?] he searching marco polo
bounce it like a pogo
[?] that p-ssy soso
talking on my guys, i hope you die like [?]
[?] i walk in the spot like i was jojo
pop me a bean i’m moving it slo-mo
you know i’m so evil [?] on me mojo dojo
if you talking about some [?] i pull up with [?]
really i’m mojo cinco, b-tch i’m the [?]
real dark lord she say i’m a master
f-cking that b-tch, that sh-t was so [?]
b-tch the musico local, you dropped the tape but that sh-t was doodoo
sh-t be going my way like i’m doing voodoo
paint her face, she a strudel
down on my crib eating ramen noodles
i ain’t eating no ramen [?]
what the f-ck is [?] ramen
heard your music, now i wanna vomit
seb [?]
shut the f-ck up, i don’t care about your comment
i’m going up, bin laden
sh-t i been doing, cannot [?]
walk in the spot, i be f-cking it up
yall going out sad, that cannot be us
you wanna try me? then [?]
just like a balloon b-tch you can blow up
you a fat ass b-tch, you an oompa loompa
[?]
ducking them sh-lls i know you’re a koopa
stomp his face like a f-cking goomba
[?] in the streets but you act like a dog
i know it’s an act, better wrap it up
shut the f-ck up before you get wrapped up
no face, no case, you ain’t shoot no slugs
rocking my team, i ain’t repping no blood
[?] ain’t spill no blood
broke in your house and i take your guns
i will take that gun away
i’m gonna duffle that gun away
[?]
[?] a hole lot i don’t care if i die today
i’m f-cking your b-tch on sat-rday (i don’t care)
got a bad white b-tch just like [?]
had no room, we had to pave the way
[?]
got me some money been going since yesterday
my brothers be counted, i don’t gotta estimate
got too many thots so i don’t gotta m-st-rbate
i’m f-cking this b-tch and forgot how to m-st-rbate
gordon ramsey when i’m cooking a master plate
[?] the master chef
my name said that sh-t jeff
jeff the k!ller, b-tch come to your sense
[?]
i look too cozy, [?]
look at my wrist b-tch i’m ben 10
talking tough, boy yall not some men
know i’m a goat, i had to submit the fact that i could flex on whoever i wish
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