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sad frosty – ding dong ditch lyrics

[intro: sad frosty]
ah+ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
astro on the beat!
yeah
ayy
b+tch
(b+tch) p+ssy!
uh
what?
ayy

[hook: sad frosty]
i been head honcho since a jit
they know lil’ frosty, he legit
bentley swingers in this b+tch
they play your song, we hit skip
i’mma eat her beat her back up, then i pop up with that [?]
i feel like kobe ballin’, so, it’s okay for me to pop out

[verse 1: sad frosty]
i make that b+tch rub my face, do the dance, i got my sp+ce
better not try nothin’ stupid
got that cutter on my waist
i dont even gotta touch him, toilet water gang ‘gon shoot ’em
try to run up on lil’ frosty, p+ssy boy ‘gon catch a brusin’, aye
ding dong ditchin’ on the block
make the wrong move up in this b+tch then [?]
tearin’ up your neighborhood like he had a party aye
i’mma dive up in your b+tch p+ssy like my name jeff hardy aye
[verse 2: lil darkie]
uh
like my name jeff hardy, aye
pull up on your b+tch and get my jizz up on her cartier
why you talkin’ reckless?
hangin’ from your cuban link, that sh+t might leave you neckless
all these labels on my line boy you know you ’gon respect it
[?] go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
i don’t wanna need you n+ggas to front me, nah, i got the [?] to come
bread!
like a f+ckin’ baker put the shaker to your head
[?]
i got the medicine, if you not funny then i can not let ’em in
put him in sediment
i burned the f+ck out my high school letterman
i pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then ate like 10 of them
i put that sh+t on my n+ggas you know that i love ’em will never get
better than momma no matter how many i got on my commas i promise
draco gotta pig pop
[?] rounds gotta make those pounds in the back of a flatbed truck
i got no time the b+tch, i switch my flow, make a n+gga d+ck suck
i run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish standing in the flip flop
like sandals stop with the candles lit b+tch pray for a n+gga big [?]
pray for a n+gga run game for a n+gga
you lame [?] off
pray for a n+gga run game for a n+gga
you lame [?] off
(aye, frosty, this sh+t’s lit)
pray for a n+gga run game for a n+gga
you lame [?] off
pray for a n+gga run game for a n+gga
you lame [?] off! (uh, yeah!)
[verse 3: sad frosty]
bl+bl!ckeys on my waist, so, when we pull up, get to duckin’
masked+up, strapped+up, b+tch, we get to bussin
toilet water gang in+spite a game kidnap your cousin
my tesla made in cali’, but my new lil’ b+tch she russian
got adhd can’t post no way
[?] to the booth for his fade
all black babes, so i’m feelin’ like a [?]
i’mma beat him back out hit a [?]
teachers pants short, told that b+tch they entertain me
i wish everybody f+ck you, broke boy you too lazy

[hook: sad frosty]
i been head honcho since a jit
they know lil’ frosty, he legit
bentley swingers in this b+tch
they play your song, we hit skip
i’mma eat her beat her back up, then i pop up with that [?]
i feel like kobe ballin’, so, it’s okay for me to pop out

- sad frosty lyrics

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