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sad frosty – flushpipe! lyrics

[intro]
astro on the beat
uh+huh (ayy, turn that sh+t up, man)
trademark!
turn that sh+t up, bruh
godd+mn
(a+astro got it running)

[verse 1: sad frosty]
ayy, back from the gulag, i’m turnt up (okay)
rich from my [?] you gettin’ burnt up (b+tch)
ta+takin’ no handouts, b+tch, i had to earn some (ayy)
shut the f+ck up when i speak, you might learn some
ayy, came in the game, got his b+tch on lock (uh+huh)
easy bread from my hoodie, baped down to the socks
i done ball [?] don’t know what to cop
[?] geeks out, now they gotta restock (okay)
ask a b+tch, “why so serious?”
wanna f+ck first, is he curious?
do not disturb, why she furious?
want me to f+ck her, i think she delirious (okay, what?)
told my brodie, “[?] chips, i’ma run up” full milli, frosty the best (ayy)
they was ridin’ in hondas, now i’m in a jet with my team, we so up like i play for the nets (p+ssy)
i’ma vet’ in this b+tch, call up big t++zo, put lead in his sh+t (yeah)
if i wanna quit rapping, start strеaming on twitch
she said i’m a legend but [?]
walk right into labеls, we don’t gotta pitch (p+ssy)
lost my lil’ brother to some street sh+t
lost my grandpa, i couldn’t even eat, sh+t (godd+mn)
my own cousin told me i wouldn’t be sh+t
but i dropped, there’s no help, on some g sh+t
[verse 2: burgerman]
you best watch your mouth when my bro packin’
’cause he get to poppin’ and tote tagging (yup)
so you better duck when that pole blastin’ (uh+huh)
or just get to runnin’ like bo jackson (vroom, vroom)
and none of y’all ready for violence (nope)
so you can just stop with bumpin’
’cause we not with none of that fakin’ sh+t (uh+uh)
that chopper gon’ kick like we puntin’
and your girl on my d+ck, i’m not frontin’ (okay)
’cause she know how burger be comin’ (she do)
this lumber i pack got her runnin’ (uh+huh)
but babygirl, wait, ’cause i’m cummin’ (oh no)
see all of these rappers my sons (yup)
i’m a rapper and dapper in one (for sure)
i’m a capper, you actor, i’m not for the laughter, you n+ggas be flapping your gums (b+tch)

[verse 3: t++zo]
sh+t, i came from the dirt, i’m a lethal dropper
they be askin’ why t++zo stay with a chopper
you won’t catch me alone like macaulay culkin
tee’ put bread on your head, i’m a head popper
on your phone with your b+tch, she the head doctor
close that door, p+ssy boy, know the feds watchin’
why he actin’ like that? he a fed, probably
(yeah we spot him, got him, and red dot him)
sh+t, i’m back and i’m better than ever
i be drippin’ no matter the weather (ayy)
need more green in my salad, i’m extra (ayy)
bunch of hoes in this house like hugh heffner (ayy)
bunch of gold in my mouth, this sh+t pressure
and i swear, i won’t fold under pressure
and i’m ten times the maximum effort
and i keep me a stick, a beretta
and i got me a b+tch like heretta
yeah, you got shots but my shawty better
with my broke n+gga, his can is special
up that b+tch and he fold like a pretzel (he did)
yeah, these n+ggas cap like they wrestle
red dot on your face like a freckle
name on his bullet to make him feel special
[verse 4: bigchildsupport]
too many sticks in this b+tch so we walked in his trap, now he giving it up (yeah, he giving it up)
yeah, he dissin’ my brothers, we stuck in the field for these b+tches who see clout, now they tryna f+ck (yeah, they tryna f+ck)
[?] but we is not lackin’
i got me a forty, and trust me, it’s tough (it’s tough)
n+ggas play gangster, but he wanna tweak up in here like an angel, we liftin’ him up
d+mn, n+ggas be hatin’, they not on that block and they not what they seem (uh+huh)
i got that glock forty with the beam
kick door, juggin’ sh+t with the team (uh)
[?] baby n+gga, for the green
chopstick, mop, n+gga, mr. clean
then turn him upside down, stranger things
n+ggas really p+ssy out here, panther pink
i don’t really like rap, serve a fiend

[verse 5: imdontai]
drip is immaculate
shawty, what’s happenin’?
come f+ck with me and i’ll show you what splashin’ is
slid to the crib soon as she got the noti’
i’m up in that p+ssy, it’s wet like i’m boating
woahty, woahty, d+ck in throaty
i’m hot in the booth, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout voting
she pull out her titties and i’m motor boating
i [?]
[verse 6: quadeca]
i been goin’ crazy like howie mandel up in wuhan
what’s that? if you can’t tell, that’s my new song
i run past, b+tches can’t sell, takin’ too long
had to tell ’em all, “farewell, better move on”
got it in my hanker, where else would i put it?
did i [?] lookin’ stressed ’cause they couldn’t
didn’t understand, i put my tickets on the menu
say your tickets on the ‘gram, you gettin’ shelfed what you put in
uh, okay
uh, i’ma have to find your lovin’ wife and have consensual intercourse
right between her legs is my hypothetical dinner course
hit after hit, i’m professional in this sport
okay, better check in the next reports
i just hop up in a jet to the next resort
why they hate? well, i guess it’s the best retort
tired of carrying, i guess i need neck support

[verse 7: keshore]
yeah, big booty and it come with the punani
shirt off and she call me her man [?]
big nine, well, i feel like a real caddie
rim n+ggas all come in with [?]
shawty from texas, lookin’ like sandy
lookin’ for notes, you know where to find me
real cool n+ggas, all perfect timing
foot wrong, so i need an alignment
cool n+gga, i ain’t no [?]
jiggy like me, i know you wanna copy
king of the court, i’m shootin’ the top
the real g so you that i’m ridin’
all cream how my wallet be slimin’
asterisk if you all wanna try me
bean bag with it and you know that it’s diamond

[verse 8: dc the don]
hey, hi
h+llo, my name is dc, i’m motherf+ckin’ animal (yeah)
i got bape on my feet and yes, b+tches are frosties, my t++th are f+ckin’ mechanicals (yeah)
i just f+cked that b+tch, international
n+ggas in paris, this sh+t really casual (yeah)
and she suck d+ck like that b+tch was a danimal (yeah)
and she like meat, i turn that b+tch to a cannibal
ayy, it’s no+no (what?)
i just spent 30 in soho, my bro got a chopstick, we sick of these hobos (ayy)
b+tch, it’s lo on the motherf+ckin’ logo
go ‘head, take a photo, i’m walkin’ in slo+mo
ayy, what these n+ggas tryna do?
ayy, n+ggas finna split, round two, ayy
woke up in a really bad mood, ayy
n+ggas better step right before they get their sh+t blew
n+ggas slept in the club and woke up on the news

[verse 9: sad frosty]
twg, we could never get lasered (yeah)
f+ck the petty ass disses, i could never let ’em phase (b+tch)
and the frosty in the b+tch, i need a [?] on the [?]
flush the p+ssy down the drain if he ever tryna play me (okay)
’cause b+tch, i’m the best, i won’t settle for less (yuh)
if he say he want smoke, better come with a vest
all that nonsense y’all talkin’, better give it a rest
in the back with a ray gun, might shoot at his chest (okay)

[outro]
now, insert the vacuum breaker into the flush pipe
set the flushometer body on the flush pipe
begin tighting, the tail piece cuplink and hex cuplink
now use a small jaw ridge to secure each

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