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frozen - str pryns lyrics

sipping on fake drank that boy gon vomit
f*cking yo b*tch her ass clapping like the beat on this song
i pop a pill and i’m d*cking her hard
i’m d*cking her down b*tch i’m d*cking her long
i’m smoking so much probably got purple lungs
you doing too much pills need to get off the drugs
we doing too much drills we been sliding all month
what the f*ck you on ain’t made pape in a month
i’m tryna score on a pound of runtz
i’m smoking a leaf b*tch this not a blunt
that boy don’t flip sh*t n*gga he front
we keep that sh*t goin we can’t stop nun
you don’t got a honeybun only honeybun you got is a snack
why the f*ck is you cap you ain’t never sip act
my money so invested that i can sit back
i take the n*gga bread he ain’t getting sh*t back
i don’t trust that n*gga cus he might rat
bout to get a brand new f*cking neck tat
i’m with a bad ass b*tch and we f*cking at saks
i make it back times 2 so i’m f*cking up racks
can’t find him oh wait i got the drop that’s bad
yo b*tch a 5 you thinking she a 10 she not bad
try to put a 5 on my wood i won’t do that
i can put a 5 on his head get him gone 5 racks
boy what the f*ck you smoking on that sh*t ain’t thrax
hypermotility punches hit fast
you can’t run from the switch boy that’s yo ass
why is you showing that cash you know that’s yo last
i know you cap boy you don’t got sh*t in the stash
i swing the glock and my punches hitting like brass
we got the drop on the house and we lay in his grass
wait til he comes out we putting a hole in him fast
b*tch hit a strike like she bowling
moncleezy on in poland
we slide in da whip it’s stolen
my punches hit like roman
i got his bank now it’s frozen
glock on me let it go like frozen
look at my wrist that sh*t so frozen
i up on the boy with the stick he frozen
internet boy why you trolling
stick big as me but can hold it
the stack in my hand i can’t fold it
you not on sh*t and i notice
i jugg him he said that i’m bogus
i’m sending these packs through the postal
f*ck with us get whacked with a pistol
my whole team balling like pistons
we light that boy up like a incent
we left him smelling
bro rolled a 3.5 he inhaling
i get the pack lil b*tch and i mail it
no scale i eyeball don’t need to scale it
that switch hit that n*gga he fell quick
she snorting white now she a pale b*tch
i’m getting the pack in the mail b*tch
might triple the bread when i sell b*tch
that boy is a l cus he fail b*tch
he broke he smoking on tails b*tch
you not on sh*t i can tell it
i’m cooking up crack on a spoon you can smell it
we got sticks we don’t play shoot that sh*t like nba
she suck my d*ck but she not my bae
p*ssy boy you broke that’s not okay

- str pryns lyrics

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