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freezeeski - jaydathird lyrics

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intro:
i’m back and i’m better (i’m back and i’m better)

never let a n*gga try me, pockets is full with chedda’ (pockets is full with chedda’)

threw some acid at his face, callin’ this b*tch “2 face” (threw some acid at his face, callin’ this b*tch “2 face”)

i’m back and i’m better, i’m back and i’m better, yeah (i’m back and i’m better, i’m back and i’m better)

verse:
yeah, f*ck, i’m threw (yeah, j3!, 3, 3)

got some spikes in my motherf*ckin’ shoes

chasing the money like winnie*the*pooh

they think i’ma crip, you already knew

b*tch pass me the blue, stick em’ up like a glue

girl with some ass she gotta see through

me and my crew finna hit the coup

shoot the b*tch, he blew like a flute
sh*t was so loud it sound like a “boom”

shoot em’ up and his b*tch, i’m lookin’ at (you, you, you, you, and you)

n*gga this sh*t is a wrap, n*gga i split this b*tch just like a scalp

n*gga i’ma spin this b*tch, n*gga i spin this b*tch i’ma clap right back

n*gga i catch this b*tch, n*gga i catch this b*tch just like a trap

n*gga i don’t cap, n*gga i don’t cap, come f*ck wit’ it now

n*gga i make a scene, n*gga i make a scene, b*tch is me

n*gga i f*ck with bre, n*gga i f*ck with bre but never “b3”

n*gga i’m climbing’ the tree, n*gga i’m climbing’ the tree (n*gga i feel the febreeze)

n*gga i’m ridin’ the whip, this sh*t is yellow, like a “bumblebee” (gang)

i got a strap on my lap, shoot em’ in the backpack, left right take a nap

5, 6 let it clap, shoot him in that b*tch in the face, and him in the back

run ‘em’ over wit’ a track
b*tch ass n*gga you cap

put him in the pack

he on the run get sn*tched

fat n*gga get slap, p*ssy n*gga you a rat

ride in the motherf*ckin’ scat, pack put his ass in a pack, uh huh

shoot a n*gga in his back, uh huh

you smoke gas and the crack, uh huh

dunk a n*gga like “shaq”, uh huh

b*tch i don’t never lack, uh huh

swing a n*gga with the axe, uh huh

b*tch we speakin’ the facts, uh huh

d*mn, we in gta

throw that sh*t like a motherf*ckin’ frisbee
popped the bottle, sip it like a whisky

light this b*tch up, now you crispy

this hoe f*cked up, now you miss me

f*ckin’ sh*t up, in the backseat

you ain’ use no tampon, that sh*t risky

b*tch we still sayin “free zeeski”

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