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lirik lagu up next freestyle – lil frooty

[verse 1] ( lil chubby )

that boy hating, but his girl a fan tho
all these b-tches know, i’m the man hoe
getting to the money, chasing bands hoe

ayy, woah, ayy yeah

i was broke, had to get my bands up
now i’m f-cking yo b-tch with my hands up
so much money in my pocket, can’t keep my pants up

yeah, yeah

f-ck u mean i ain’t sippin no lean
b-tches on me like some f-cking ice cream
ayy

chubby up next
counting up these checks
yo b-tch giving me neck
f-ck that sh-t, ion need your respect
you ain’t got no money boy, stop it with the flex

shoutout frooty he my bro
all my diamonds they all froze
im a h-rny freak bout to suck on yo toes

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2] ( lil frooty )

all this money imma throw it in her face ay
when im done, ask your b-tch how it taste ay
got my choppa and im aiming at his face ay
broke n-ggas can’t keep up with the pace ay

see these hundreds in my safe, n-gga
i just did the race, i won’t catch a case n-gga
hoppin out the bed, on the paper chase n-gga
flying private jets, on my way to sp-ce n-gga

i just hit a l!ck im onto the next one
i do this rap sh-t for fun
but you know i keep a gun
cuz these p-ssy n-ggas dyk-s ye
and they fiending for the clout
they don’t know what its about
and you know i got the sauce
y’all about to take a loss

that n-gga chubby, he my day one
been trappin since the grade one
and we pulling up with handguns

b-tch

[verse 3] (lil chubby )

i like a b-tch fat -ss & some double d’s
so much ice on my neck yeah double freeze
i wanna f-ck your b-tch can i get her number please

yeah, yeah, yeah

throwing hunnids we don’t f-ck with one’s
b-tches f-ck with me cuz they know i keep a gun

on my mama, i pull up & i scr-p, yeah
yall p-ssy boy’s don’t know how to rap, yeah

pull up in a benz truck
in the morning h-lla f-cked
tryna get that good succ
coping juuls spend hunnid bucks

im smoking gas
see this paper on the dash
making hits, i can’t relax

spitting fax
while im stacking up them racks
yeah i think that b-tch on crack
i ain’t buying her a mac

yeah i’m only 16
and i’m living a dream
and i’m making h-lla green
got yo b-tch on my team

ayy

[verse 4] ( lil frooty )

yeah you know we on the come up
get your racks up, n-gga get your racks up
i can’t hear you you need to speak up
got some purple in my motherf-cking cup

and i always keep it real yeah
eat your b-tch like a meal yeah
know i’m balling like o’neil yeah
all this ice it got me chill yeah

in her mouth like some f-cking toothpaste
keep a 30 on my waist
i ain’t got no time to waste
y’all just riding on my wave
imma put you in your grave

n i just popped a bean ay
i don’t want it if its clean ay

know i’m coming with these hits
know i pull up with the sticks
and i got designer drip
she be sucking on my tip
bust a nut right on her cheek
frooty let the music speak

- lil frooty

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