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arc de triomphe - frostyofficial lyrics

(instrumental)

[pre*verse]
(what?)

[verse 1]
feel like an animal, yank out your gutteral
stupid that homie for thinking i’m federal
twelve tryna find me and i’m unpredictable
white as a ghost but my magazine colorful
lord as my witness if sh*t will get physical
i am prepared for your weakening circle
but you as a rapper should handle sh*t verbally
if words do not work then you end that sh*t personally
can’t bow down to a b*tch like you
tryna act hard lookin like a hi*chew
money come slower than my d*mn iq
but when the loud pack reek that be my cue
don’t go talk where yo mouth can’t be
eyes c*cked back onna m*16
cluck like a rooster i shot for the scene
music vid out inna week yall peepin?
weed i’m stealing, every d*mn weekend
gotta keep feeding, all my dawgs eating
hiding my feelings, sactown dreaming
tryna make a bag what the f*ck you doing?
car still reeking, this my season
west side breathing, twelve still seeking
cali boy demon, f*ck boy screaming
yung jack frost got ya whole squad freezin’
death hangs near everywhere i go
f*cker tryna fight me at the cal expo
get em kicked out of sacramento
nine one six don’t f*ck with cutthroats
mama gave birth to a d*mn f*ck up
told her it was blood it was not ketchup
tryna save face like she wearing makeup
but what has she found, my father got slumped, hoe
[bridge]
riding with my choppa
on the way to math class
internet nerd
in the pen for smokin grass
talking in the streets
why you speaking h*lla cap
this is what you get
when the burbs tryna rap

[verse 2]
imma put him onna shirt
imma put him onna shirt
and his momma on the back
suckin d*ck watch her squirt
imma sock him to the dirt
imma sock him to the dirt
put his t**th to the curb
snap his neck watch it jerk
imma rip rip k!ll k!ll
f*ck f*ck life
time cuts short
getting gutted by a knife
imma rip rip k!ll k!ll
f*ck f*ck life
ion needa be a k!ller
i done k!lled the f*ckin race
ten shots out the ward
ten gs i would fight for
squad runneth on yall
smash his body to the wall
ion need a f*ckin test
ion need to f*ckin rest
had your city on the scene
since the age of fourteen
i dont care if you cry
i dont care if you rot
i aint never d*mn forgot
you done stole what you lost
tell your b*tches you got drip
tell your b*tches you the sh*t
but the fact of the matter is that
you are just a fake b*tch

- frostyofficial lyrics

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