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frosty v - hands up lyrics

[hook]
pen on paper, that’s what i do
spittin’ lyrics in my best friends booth
silly b-tches stuck in the loop
i scream ‘f-ck you’ if you disapprove
my fans in the crowd, hands up
fans in the crowd, hands up
fans in the crowd, hands up
fans in the crowd

pen on paper, that’s what i do
spittin’ lyrics in my best friends booth
silly b-tches stuck in the loop
i scream ‘f-ck you’ if you disapprove
my fans in the crowd, hands up
fans in the crowd, hands up
fans in the crowd, hands up
fans in the crowd

[verse 1]
psycho parkway, hey b-tch i’m back
brain damage like meth and crack
looking at my future like
god d-mn man i need to get them stacks
locked down in my room with
some notebooks beats and 2 fifths
think about my career and i
notice that i haven’t proved sh-t, so
time to step up my grind
lately i waste too much time
and i need to get back to my rhymes
cause i know d-mn well this world is mine
spit fire, suns core
don’t believe it? b-tch, hit the door
my team loud, and my fans loud
we gonna rock until we hit the floor
green light go, b-tch you know
when i grab that mic you better drop it low
exposed like the truman show
no holds barred, anything goes
k!lling sh-t since 96
hot as h-ll, i’m devilish
but still cold as my persona
and i’ll break you cause i’m a rebel, b-tch go

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[verse 2]
bottles popped, they turnt up
10 whole grams got burnt up
f-ck whoever disagrees because
they don’t concern us
it’s a long -ss road i’m walking on
with obstacles like donkey kong
rip this sh-t like a stoner’s bong
cause i’m made for this, you can’t tell me wrong
i got about two years of my life left
so i’mma give this sh-t my f-cking best
stealing fans, that’s grand theft
young forever, i banned death
mercy’s what these rappers need
i’m charging all, like a bull stampede
girls still screaming frosty, please
i’m busy b-tch, get off your knees
hold me down, cause i’m going off
lyrical miracles don’t stop
half you rappers make me sick
hey dr. carter, -cough cough-
ymcm b-tches
i only listen to drake
half you rappers making buck, but
all you f-ggots fake, so

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[verse 3]
call me clutch, i rock the beat
p-ssy mcs, come taste defeat
a lot of you guys are mostly weak, so
go ahead and p-ss that throne to me
like drew brees, i’m going deep
talk sh-t, b-tch, get put to sleep
downtown 615 we swish all night
like kobe bryant’s threes
i keep my dreams on padlock
hating b-tches, hop off my jock
like twisted sister, i wanna rock
so let me in, knock knock
if you f-ck with me, then stick around
i’m on the rise, i want the crown
in too deep, i’m about to drown
so i’mma hold my breath
and not go down
school just didn’t do sh-t for me
sick rhymes in my inventory
for those who aren’t aware of my f-cking story
i’m doing all i can to do to taste the glory
broke yes, but i’m still living
cause one day, i’mma be winning
i dream big and i stay grinning
frosty v is in the f-cking building, hands up

[hook]

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