Текст песни Frozone - Big Scarr
Ayy,
Heavy,
turn
that
beat
up,
though
Uh,
mmm-hmm
(Let
the
BandPlay),
yup
These
bitch-ass
niggas
doin'
all
this
motherfuckin'
talkin'
I
ain't
even
doin'
no
more
talkin'
There
ain't
nothin'
to
say,
ain't
nothin'
to
talk
about
This
all
you
gon'
hear
from
me
from
now
on
Hold
on,
hold
on
Hold
on,
hold
on,
haha
I'm
with
your
bitch,
beatin'
her
from
the
back
When
I
be
hittin'
it
from
the
back,
ah
Hold
on,
hold
on
Uh,
uh,
hold
on,
uh
Ice
on
me
cold
like
I'm
Frozone
(ice)
Cartier
watch,
hit
up
two-tone
(bling)
Shit
on
these
niggas,
that
sex
got
you
dead
wrong
(dead
wrong)
We
done
made
plays
off
a
flip
phone
Trappin'
and
rappin',
post
up
'til
he
get
gone
(get
gone)
Like
how
he
get
signed
off
of
two
songs?
Only
been
rappin'
six
months,
it
ain't
take
long
(take
long)
I
fucked
the
lil'
shawty,
gotta
cum
on
Catch
him
in
traffic,
hit
him
up
'til
the
truck
gone
Greedy
lil'
bitch
got
her
head
gone
Send
the
airhead
to
get
both
of
their
head
blown
Never
ever,
ever,
would
I
go
like
that
Gotta
know
the
game,
checkers,
nigga,
not
chess
Go
against
the
gang,
get
your
head
put
to
rest
A-1
drop,
let
the
car
come
and
test
Came
in
raw,
but
I
still
remixed
it
Pushin'
more
weight
than
LA
Fitness
Blow
a
light
dub,
bought
some
drip
in
Lenox
G-rock
shirt,
one
pack
cost
fifty
Hundred
dollar
lines
just
to
fuck
up
my
kidney
Ain't
about
the
money,
then
nigga,
I
ain't
listenin'
I'ma
slide
every
time,
give
a
fuck
if
it
risky
Rich-ass
nigga,
still
posted
in
the
trenches,
uh,
yup
New
opp
dead,
now
the
feds
out
to
get
me
Say
he
catch
a
body,
but
he
know
that
shit
fixin'
If
I'm
not
in
the
mood,
then
y'all
not
comin'
with
me
God
with
his
ass,
next
time,
can't
miss
him
Hundred
bills
at
the
spot,
gotta
dismiss
him
Automatic
choppa,
yeah,
I
shoot
it
with
a
rhythm
I
could
drop
a
bag,
get
'em
put
up
in
a
blender
(brr,
brr,
brr,
brr)
Nigga
talkin'
gas,
who
the
fuck
got
killed?
Would
have
been
dead,
but
the
feds
got
a
tip
Valley
Bank,
J
keep
the
HK
still
Catch
'em
down
bad,
I'ma
dump
a
whole
clip
Give
a
fuck
about
your
man,
get
your
best
man
killed
Feelin'
like
the
mayor,
yeah,
the
man
of
the
year
Had
a
clear
shot,
still
hit
me
in
the
hip
Lightbulb
diamond,
shinin'
like
a
chandelier
Maybach
slidin'
when
I'm
ridin'
in
the
rear
All
our
opps
dyin',
it's
a
celebration
year
Diamonds
ain't
these
see-through,
crystal
clear
Yeah,
I
signed
a
deal,
that
don't
mean
I'm
in
the
clear
Still
hoppin'
with
the
choppa,
make
a
nigga
disappear
Was
ridin'
steam,
now
I'm
flyin'
in
the
Lear
So
Icy
Gang,
make
a
bitch
say,
"Brr"
Uh,
hold
on,
uh
Ice
on
me
cold
like
I'm
Frozone
(uh)
Cartier
watch,
hit
up
two-tone
Shit
on
these
niggas,
that
sex
got
you
dead
wrong
We
done
made
plays
off
a
flip
phone
Trappin'
and
rappin',
post
up
'til
he
get
gone
Like
how
he
get
signed
off
of
two
songs?
Only
been
rappin'
six
months,
it
ain't
take
long
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