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jack frost - nicholas craven feat. boldy james lyrics

ch*ch*ch*ch*chyeah let me go
mafia, what else (let me go)
two, 20, seven (let me give my deepest thought you)

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 fan duel
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

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 thoughts

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

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
2000 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 tipping

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

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

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

- nicholas craven feat boldy james lyrics

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