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frosty - county lines lyrics

[intro]
sup n-gg-s? how y’all n-gg-s living, y’all alright?
everything good out here?
wasup baby? good, good, good, how you feelin’? chillin’
good, got that money for me man? i gotta make moves
yeah, i got it but not all of it yo
whatchu mean? you ain’t finished?
i got robbed yo
the f-ck you mean you got robbed, who robbed you?
that n-gg- duff
n-gg- duff?
mokuba lives beats
look, look

[verse 1]
uncle just came from ghana, that’s a thousand grams in the suitcase (h-llo)
the govs thought i was on basic but i had a tv wrapped in my duvet (ha)
the worker called my lyca, said he b-mped into a london trapper
backed his shank, took that pack, pure ribena splattered (get him)
put food in sainsbury’s bags, i ain’t doing my shopping (nope)
undies following cats to the bando lately and jakes been plotting (ah)
i swear i got beef with the malis, tryna take over the town
came out of jail, would’ve bought her loubs but the b-tch weren’t holding it down
ever seen 4 racks in a evidence bag? (no way, no way)
gotta cover my face ’cause they might try use what i say in my tracks
my leicester ting come back to the ends for the d, i just jeet and dash (skrr)
have your woman crush wednesday banking packs upsuh, she don’t need no vas
could’ve gone uni but i’m in the t house chilling with scouse and charlie (sorry, mum)
bro whipped up 2 and a q, get it sold for a brand new carty
26 grams in the pyrex, i don’t know nuttin’ ’bout student loan
my samsung rung like a thousand times that day, had to mute my phone (brr)
can’t go back to the wing, that’s urban books and ko-lee noodles (yummy)
300 pebs, got 6, do 3, now they got bros face on google (free bro, free bro)
heard that they locked up the m25, thank god for south west trains
if i put teeth in the mash, that’s a new gofundme page (bow)

[chorus 1]
banged up for 23 hours, gov just cancelled exercise (ay, when’s soc’?)
see opps on the visit, you know i’m tryna ketchup guys
would’ve k!lled your mate but like i never let that slide (no way, no way)
still take mans roley, like bro lemme get the time
banged up for 23 hours, gov just cancelled exercise (ay gov, when’s soc’?)
see opps on the visit, you know i’m tryna ketchup guys (do him, do him)
would’ve k!lled your mate but like i never let that slide
still take mans roley, like bro lemme get the time

[verse 2]
the man there pose with stolen jewellery, cheff man down, no raw meat (what?)
can’t get paid 12 times in a year, man tried but it just weren’t for me (nope)
have you lost your marbles? t-t light, i ain’t doing no 6 for 40s
trip to the opp block, we ain’t like them, putting that shit on my story (shh)
made 15 bands in this tracksuit (trappy)
f-ck all them big boy roleys, i don’t know nuttin’ ’bout h. samuel (haha)
them neeks tried run up on me, wrong move, had to cheff that n-gg- in public (ching)
the govs f-cked up, buss my mans door, had alarm bells ringing on dunlin
we ain’t k!lling no innocent yutes, the whole gang knows who we’re after
got a t house opposite grandma’s church, i hide from my local pastor
little man ain’t got no heart, get sold on the transfer market
or he might get sent on loan upsuh to a county line in cardiff
(remember when i flushed 2 bags in the toilet)
remember when i flushed 2 bags in the toilet
feds at the door doing welfare checks, so the cat don’t make no noises
ot, can’t go mac d’s in town cah the drugs squad know our faces (shitden)
my right hand from the eastside, free little t out in cages

[chorus 2]
send a young boy kway, that’s platform 9, don’t miss that train (don’t miss that train)
used to get an ounce for over a bag, now i whip that flake (whip, whip)
hold on cab man, jump out the uber and then flick my blade (ching, ching)
that boy knows who i am, i done to his sister’s face (haha)
send a young boy kway, that’s platform 9, don’t miss that train (don’t miss that train)
used to get an ounce for over a bag, now i whip that flake (whip, whip)
hold on cab man, jump out the uber and then flick my blade
that boy knows who i am, i done to his sister’s face

[verse 3]
can’t at my driller (you mad?)
had the paigons dashing, screaming, “run, he’s got a zombie k!ller”
that’s t-t light, make your phone turn off when your spot get bill up (sorry bro)
deliveries in a 17 plate, in the town i’m a known drug dealer
burnt that bridge with bp petrol, all of my old friends bitter (pshh)

[outro]
you let this n-gg- duff run up on you man and take your shit
didn’t have my piece man
you ain’t had your gun on you man, what the f-ck is wrong with ya n-gg-s? ya n-gg-s standing out here like the three stooges of harlem or suttin’ b
you gon’ let this n-gg- come take your shit, ain’t you a m-th-rf-ckin’ man?

- frosty lyrics

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