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g4 - frosted flakes lyrics

frosted flakes

back on my sh+t
took me a minute i’m back on my sh+t
when i fell off, deep b+tches fell off
i watched all you b+tches jump back on my d+ck

in la they act like a drought in the city
so n+gga don’t ask me i’m taxing again
last one we went on that b+tch was so sweet
i told the young+ins to pass through again
old self
think i just lapped you again
new rapper i think i just lapped you again
bad news bears heard you was captain again
n+gga i heard you was capping again
n+ggas is losers
n+ggas live behind computers
they ain’t got time to shoot ya
move b+tch
get out my way
thrown bows feeling like luda

if these n+ggas died in front me wouldn’t give em. hеimlich maneuver
wouldn’t get a hoе a huh
wouldn’t get a holla hooping
see me i just hit ha. heard you gotta hit
cause she never listen, man you n+ggas that weak
i run the track, strong with the pack
i can’t lose my b+tch to an athlete

he say it’s a drought. he must’ve forgot that i was gon take it 4 he even tax me
ion even care nun bout no rap
here go my new sh+t don’t even ask me
don’t stand next to me in this trap
like you sweating and you scamming
i been in my own lane n+gga do you understand me

i might fill a n+gga up
like a brand new bentley truck
i might fill a n+gga up. like dis 20z cup
only hit her one time, she acting like she stuck
yeah she stuck ,put ha lips around my d+ck, but not my cup

who is us?
that’s just gus
he got rapper ass to bust
he got model ass to squeeze
he got rubber bands to touch
we got big commercial toilets in these bathrooms
come thru clutch
if they come then they gon flush
ain’t no rush
naw n+gga ain’t rush
let’s it’s hot on the block
line of junkies pulling up
bless uhm tell uhm keep in touch
bless uhm tell uhm keep in touch

it’s just mr keep a flow forever
it ain’t me keep a hoe forever
release uhm to the streets or wherever, they be tryna be i’m together
i be tryna look for new $$$z
i ain’t gotta look 4 p+ssy ever

papi where you tryna meet i’m together
streets or the beach i’m wherever
meet in the streets that’s the fields
make sure you bring your cleats or whatever
call me we can meet up like men
i ain’t tryna beef whatever

mouche said he need mo pain from me
the streets getting champagne from me
fiends getting propane from me
listeners getting cocaine from me
let me show these n+ggas block money
nah n+gga dis ain’t prop money
y’all toting other n+ggas bags
y’all got that this ain’t my money

y’all pulling other n+ggas nuts
y’all riding other n+ggas bus
n+ggas know i got my own today’s coast to coast n+ggas know gus

they try to lend a helping hand then they lend hate
n+ggas g+y and ion need em for nun let’s set the record straight

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