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lirik lagu last place – frostydasnowmann & rio da yung og

[verse 1: frostydasnowmann]
count the cash up in her face, nice, how the bag taste?
bend her over, break her back, she in last place
left her home, now the b*tch got a sad face
please get on, b*tch, go home, swear you agitate me
i don’t chase these hoes, i got a bag to chase
bled bank of america twice, now i bagged the chase
i’m a bullsh*t black and it’s sad to say
i treat every day like a sat*rday
i just had to say i’m no cat
to save a spongebob square ho, i’m bleedin’ ass today
if she don’t got dough, then i’m m*st*rbating
jack my gun off four times ’til it acclimate me
’bout to press my b*ttons, mmm, like a mac play
please don’t ask me where i’m from, what my tats say?
fendi, louis on, n*gga, on a bad day
snowgurb is my best friend, what the cash say?
wake up, get dressed, b*tch, and get a bag today
b*tch came back without a bag, i beat her ass today
she got me mad as f*ck, but f*ck it, i’ma have to wait
get up off your fat ass and stop bakin’ cake
put that b*tch up on the blade and told her make cake
stupid*ass b*tch sittin’ on fig’ hittin’ her nae nae
all i want is two fat b*tches like dae dae
yeah, it sound funny, but i heard they pay what they weigh
i want that dough right now, i don’t wanna wait
go and try that boyfriend sh*t on another day
i need a measly, go catch another date
this the ball smackin’ [?][1:02]
i told her make it cheesy, baby, ándale
she know i’m talkin’ greasy, i got time today
get up on your knees and give me all your face
i ain’t showered in three days, how my b*lls taste?
[?]
i done ran up the minutes on her, pimpin’ all day
fbj, i’m still thuggin’ through the hallway
ccb card, i hope i get out today
[chorus: frostydasnowmann]
b*tch, ain’t got no dough, mmm, she in last place
count the cash up in her face, how that bag taste?
fendi, louis on, n*gga, on a bad day
wake up, get dressed, b*tch, and get a bag today (get a bag)
b*tch, ain’t got no dough, mmm, she in last place
count the cash up in her face, how that bag taste?
fendi, louis on, n*gga, on a bad day
wake up, get dressed, b*tch, and get a bag today (get a bag)

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
b*tch, i’m activated
i don’t want no tris pharma, it got a nasty taste
hundred thou’ in dubs, hand*count, it take a half a day
i been actin’ stiff with the work, i got a bag to shake
don’t call my head with no number unless you grabbin’ weight
n*ggas garbage, might as well drop they cds on trash day
i know somebody gettin’ dropped, [?]
if her pops is movin’ bricks, i’m tryna see how much daddy’ll pay
i’m good in cali ’cause i f*ck with the gurb nation
rarely ever sold a zip of soft, i’m a bird weigher
i don’t really know how to rap, i’m a word player
b*tch, take me to the eastside so i can serve nathan
on the west tryna cop a b, what’s the word, p?
used to sell dope, now i’m a fiend, somebody serve me
i need a pint of wockhardt and six perc*15s
woke up out my sleep and shot the strap, i had the worst dream
[chorus: frostydasnowmann]
b*tch, ain’t got no dough, mmm, she in last place
count the cash up in her face, how that bag taste?
fendi, louis on, n*gga, on a bad day
wake up, get dressed, b*tch, and get a bag today (get a bag)
b*tch, ain’t got no dough, mmm, she in last place
count the cash up in her face, how that bag taste?
fendi, louis on, n*gga, on a bad day
wake up, get dressed, b*tch, and get a bag today (get a bag)

- frostydasnowmann rio da yung og

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