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deadbeat - frostydasnowmann lyrics

[verse]
she swallow my kids, oh well, i guess i’m a deadbeat (swallow me)
hit her from the back, blam her cheeks to the best beat (swallow my kids)
she slurp me, slurp me and left pillows on the bedsheet (slurp me)
snowgurb the flyest, ain’t no n*gga out here fresh as me (i’m the flyest)
i fail every test, f street, ain’t no testin’ me (f street)
i facetime her when i want some face, stop textin’ me (give me face)
baby mama trippin’, on the gang, stop stressin’ me (low the great, get a bag)
long d*ck sw*ngin’, she like, “snow, stop strechin’ me” (ooh, sh*t)
foreign kicks drip walking on water, i’m a blessing (i’m jesus)
i might go and get her nails done, but i’ll f*ck another b*tch
my main b*tch ain’t trippin’, she so first place, ridiculous (first place)
i just pulled up to the ‘telly, caught her f*ckin’ on my other b*tch
daddy was a deadbeat, i guess i’m a son of a b*tch (i’m a son of a b*tch)
moncler coats up in the winter, i’m a cold n*gga (woo)
snowgurb, lil’ gurb, i don’t turn down for no n*gga (never)
extra’d out, when i pull up, i got the four*nickel
slap the change out his pocket, d*mn, he a broke n*gga (broke)
i ain’t pullin’ up for no face, i’ma blow somethin’ (grrt)
feds come and get me, i’m a bozo, i don’t know nothin’ (i don’t know sh*t)
i’m a joint, b*tch only hit me when she throat somethin’ (throat)
she ain’t got a bag, hold on, b*tch, is you slow or somethin’? (slow)
said she wanna be my b*tch, she better come out with some more money
i’m fresh out and i’m n*gga’d out, b*tch, throw somethin’ (i’m n*gga’d out)
i f*ck n*ggas’ b*tches ’cause i hurt ’em in the worst way (ooh)
these n*ggas be b*tches, he bought some feelings for his birthday (he in his feelings)
fn hangin’ out the window on a church day (viral)
gang tats, janky lil’ n*gga tryna press play
thuggin’ on the yard, ask the north bays and the eses
baby throw it back, baby, put it on the setty
she so last place, i make her scream, “free siete” (free the homie)
make that sh*t clap, lil’ baby, ’til the bed break (make it clap)
i’m totin’ two blowers, i can’t even do the handshake (keep bags)
give her long d*ck, long d*ck ’til her legs shake (make it shake)
mmb, go get you a bag, n*gga, don’t hate
i mismatch designer, i’m rockin’ fendi with the dolce (bleed ’em)
bad lil’ b*tch, but she go up off the cocaine (ooh)
feds come and get me, n*gga, i don’t know no names (i don’t know sh*t)
i don’t even know his name if his name was noname
i’m so first place and these other n*ggas so lame (i’m first place)
i remember sayin’ and sittin’ in the class gettin’ dumb brain
i been ahead the race and you n*ggas so last place (last)
nutted on her face, no cake, she got sad face
givenchy, louis, gucci on a bad day (on my worst day)
i pull out my blower and made him sh*t, what his ass say? (what you say?)
spongebob squarehead, lil’ b*tch actin’ last place (weird)
kick her to the curb and [?] where her ass stay (bop)
heard you eatin’ ass, boy, your ass got an ass face (eatin’ ass)
n*ggas got a problem, f*ck the subbin’, n*gga, at me (snowgurb, lil’ gurb)
fifty grams on a chain, i already got a grammy (i got a grammy)
my whole hood turned on me and i’m still bangin’ families
i caught eleven fades when i landed up in the county
i’m still bangin’ flame, that’s on the gang, i’m in an audi
i got your b*tch with me first place makin’ it sloppy (she first place)
got more head than she got body, she [?]
the whips be foreign, okay, the whip too exotic (okay)
watch what you say when you hop out, ooh, she poppin’ (ooh)
foreign sw*ngin’, slidin’, i’m up in sport mode (sport)
extra’d out, slidin’, i’m in somethin’ with the doors off (i’m so extra, skrrt)
lil’ baby sinnin’, i’m still tippin’ with the blower on me (i got the blower)
what you lookin’ at, lil’ n*gga, what, you know me or somethin’? (what, you know me?)
forgot i was famous ’cause i’m still out here gang trippin’ (on the set)
n*gga, you can still get chipped if you ain’t clippin’
slidin’ on n*ggas all day like the kkk (i got the ak)
n*gga keep hatin’, i’m finna f*ck his b*tch today (i’ma blam her)
see me in public and he ain’t have sh*t to say (weirdos)
hola, hablo english, n*gga, what you say?
it don’t matter to me ’cause he a b*tch anyway (he’s a b*tch)
i ain’t even gon’ bust at him, he gon’ snitch anyway (on the gang)
[outro]
bop

- frostydasnowmann lyrics

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