​up now

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Sad Frosty - Rap

​up now

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[Intro] Mmm- turn me up on the amp, a little bit Ayy, bitch Yeah Ayy, ayy [Chorus] I was selling shoes, you was selling penny grams (Okay) Left my mama crib, had fifty bands up in my pants (Huh?) He want action, Teezo clap him, pussy boy get fanned Is you a opper, why you staring? Thought he was a fan (A-A-Astroboy) [Verse 1] Ain't 50/50 with no ho unless she got them bands (What?) Need me Rihanna or Kehlani, I can't fuck no fans (Huh?) This rap shit fun, do it my way, I had seen my chance (Yeah) Lil' bro got mad, I seen some bitch, spend my whole damn advance (What?) Bust a jugg on a hit, I just dropped a song (Okay!) Own my masters, so they know lil' Frosty money long (Bitch!) Me and Jetson kinda beef though, we don't get along (Huh?) Need the franklins in my pocket 'cause my money long (Okay!) I was crashed out, 2015, poppin' Xans (Woah) Fast forward, new addiction 'cause I need them bands (Yeah) I know thеy mad as fuck, wish they could see me in the can (Pussy!) If you still hatin' at this point, that mеan you is a fan (Thottie!) Watch every move I make, it's like they stalking me (What?) Fuck a hatin'-ass ho, he tryna plot on me (Thot!) Not a gangster, don't mean I don't got that Glock on me Used to doubt lil' Frosty, now that bitch, she tryna ride with me (Bitch, what?) [Refrain] I was down for a while, but I'm up now Never hated, I just wait to give a fuck now All this money spent on benz', could buy a bust down If I'm shootin' and I'm scorin', you know it's a touchdown (Huh?) [Verse 2] Say they see me less 'cause I been doin' mo' (What?) Need that electric autopilot, pull up to the store (Skrrt!) Tesla matted-out, all-black, that's a covershow Call me lil' Frosty, cooked a double, bitch, don't need no ho, ayy Got a lot of haters, it don't phase me Sit back and laugh when them pussies tried to play me Can't let 'em throw me off, they've been actin' shady Told her we just fuckin', hell nah, you can't have my babies (Thot!) [Chorus] I was selling shoes, you was selling penny grams (Okay) Left my mama crib, had fifty bands up in my pants He want action, Teezo clap him, pussy boy get fanned Is you a opper, why you staring? Thought he was a fan (Goddamn)

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  • Sad Frosty
  • Astroboy