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young misty - sweet freezer lyrics

[intro: xdipx]
yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh!
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!

[verse 1: xdipx]
she want to do something just to get extra
dreads on my head, rockin’, i’ma flex ya’
chains on me, n-gga, i’ma f-ck on yo’ b-tch
i’m standin’ on your roof to be gettin’ some gl!ck
let me tell you somethin’, i got all my guns
uzi, glock, ak, and i’ma hit her buns
prolly ’cause she the one who loves you
shoot through the gate, puff me
diamonds drippin’ on me, and they shinin’
y’all n-ggas hate, but y’all ain’t got no lining
’cause you need to get a barber, you keep messin’ wit’ the gang
uh, gta, f-ck it, you ain’t even got no aim
hard-headed n-gga, they hate (hate)
they have no money to get fame (nope)
meet me at my mansion at eleven, girl, you need to get there quick
what the f-ck does it looks like? tryna f-ck a b-tch? (ayy, yuh)
i sharpened all my knifes, now you need jesus
turnin’ that sh-t to the reese’s pieces
yuh, my life is on (c’mon, ayy)
yuh, my life is on (let’s go!)
turnin’ that sh-t to the reese’s pieces
my life is on (b-tch!!)

[verse 2: young misty]
all my n-ggas lookin’ rich
they ain’t really lookin’ ugly and sh-t
i ain’t hatin’, y’all hatin’ too bad
them n-ggas hate, they broke so bad
all this ice on my neck is too wet
nineteen chains on my neck, i feel iced out
f-ck n-ggas just gon’ be wild’d out
young misty, i be flexin’ on them haters
they came out hustlin’ they have no flavors
i got all my wrist, it froze, so does my chains
maybe get some help or maybe get shame
wipe all my microphones my mouth is on fire
i do believe in god, the f-ck, you down?
n-ggas on wild’n out just r-t-rded
i know she gon’ ride me like i’m harty
tryna stick a n-gga to take a dip, y’all run ugly parties (brrrt)
i am that n-gga, i smoke a’lot of sh-t
they dyin’ for jesus, you a f-cktard, b-tch (ayy!)
ayy d-mn, they lookin’ like some billy’s d-ck
they ain’t gettin’ no p-ssy, like me, b-tch
choppin’ the legs off the moth, ayy
the neck has snapped and mouth, ayy
in my ferrari, it’s not tough, ayy
go to g*nius and go puff, ayy
sick of the thots who hate, ayy
sick of the n-ggas who hate, ayy
in the lyrics i spit, ayy
she prolly suck my d-ck, ayy

[outro: young misty]
slap that -ss
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang!

- young misty lyrics

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