a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jack frost - nicholas craven & boldy james lyrics

[intro]
ch*ch*ch*ch*chyeah
let me hit that
mafia, what else?
227

[verse 1]
fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
even if they arrest
i bet that they won’t catch with my pants down
rather go hand to hand, handing them samps out
before i’m ever begging for a hand out
hand out the window serving clucks
n*gga never took the scam route
play with blocks, i bring them sconey scams out
they might got a little fame now
but i remember they was fanned out
game timing sh*t but this ain’t fanduel
quick to give a n*gga angel wings
like hе was sipping on a red bull
.40 strip a n*gga of his manhood
never suck or stroking on no hoе
no, they can’t live without him
they can say the most
but that’s one thing that they can’t say about him
made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
don’t play about my skrilla
know them k!llers, they don’t play about me
better go and catch up with your crowd
before you catch a hollow
’cause i’m too busy catching powder
but my shooter trying to catch a body
[chorus]
he got ’em two*for*one, framework for half off
mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off
blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
type to take the last shot, he ain’t the type to pass off
caught a hot one, at the ‘spital, took his cast off
money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
when they took him up top
made me wonder what was his last thought?

[post*chorus]
nephie just hit a l!ck, he dumped them on me half off
don’t give no f*ck about no b*tch, i get them quacks off
this big mac’ll turn your brains into mac sauce, n*gga (jack guy)
way your baby be icing sh*t, they call him jack frost

[verse 2]
still ain’t no lacking in the trap, i never slacked off
a n*gga keep that “back*up*off”, n*ggas better back off
walk with a limp because my nuts heavy
i’m dizzy gillespie in giuseppe with a bust prezi
dope changing colors from too much resin
my n*ggas accept me and whatever else that come with it
two thousand oj in florida, might let the sun kiss
my son miss me so much but he know i be drug dealing
mud spilling out the pint, thought i was done tippin’
even if i let her spend the night, it ain’t no tongue kissing
wouldn’t wanna be ’em when i see ’em
same treatment go for who run with him
better hope that n*gga brought his gun with him
it’s more deadly than the tail of a scorpion
these bullets poison, if it’s a stain, you getting stung with him
a shootout every other night, you don’t know the feeling
i nicknamed my stepper black & decker cause all he know is drilling
[chorus]
he got ’em two*for*one, framework for half off
mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off
blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
type to take the last shot, he ain’t the type to pass off
caught a hot one, at the ‘spital, took his cast off
money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
when they took him up top
made me wonder what was his last thought?

[outro]
took him upstairs
baby, open up my heart
seen it all, been through it all, yo

- nicholas craven boldy james lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular