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gengar - sad frosty & chief keef lyrics

[intro: chief keef & sad frosty]
haa (hahahaha), sos’ baby
(astro on the beat) ayy, woah
phew, phew, phew (brrt), phew, phew (uh)
bang (brrt), bang (what?), bang, bang, bang

[chorus: sad frosty & chief keef]
heard that p*ssy talkin’ loud (huh?)
well, f*ck it, i’ma let him hate (dududuh)
i feel like soulja boy ’cause b*tch
i just bought me some bathing ape (brr, skuduskuh)
and kt, he gon’ shoot (huh?)
he don’t ever f*ckin’ hesitate (huh? what?)
i’m ballin’ like i’m kobe
we drop thirty at the heaven gates (brrat, brrat)
[verse 1: sad frosty]
uh, i’m gon’ make that p*ssy meditate (what?)
i fill him up with hollows (ayy), he an angel, he gon’ levitate (what?)
and yes, i wrapped it up, it ain’t my baby, she ain’t never latе
i pulled up in a tesla, pushed thе b*tton to accelerate (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
smokin’ on the best ‘wood, shorty give that neck good (ayy, thottie)
i’ve been rockin’ h*lla bape that i don’t think the best could, ayy (huh? what?)
b.b. simon on my pants (huh?)
think i missed my show with dc (what?), me and sosa had a jet lag (brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
yuh, no more fake chains, my sh*t bust down (yeah)
astroboy just hit me, he in la, it’s a touchdown (ayy)
talkin’ down on gang like burger man, i send a hundred round (p*ssy)
just sold out my show in houston, yeah, that b*tch got shut down (brr*brr*brr)
slide down that sh*t (ayy), stick’ll ride down that b*tch (huh?)
how he talkin’ h*lla reckless? now he hidin’ from that b*tch (grr, bow)
we gon’ pull up and pop out, now he fried around his b*tch (b*tch)
glo, twg, don’t lose your life around this b*tch (yuh, ayy)

[chorus: sad frosty & chief keef]
heard that p*ssy talkin’ loud (what?)
well, f*ck it, i’ma let him hate (dududuh)
i feel like soulja boy ’cause b*tch
i just bought me some bathing ape (skuduskuh)
and kt, he gon’ shoot (yuh)
he don’t ever f*ckin’ hesitate (ayy)
i’m ballin’ like i’m kobe
we drop thirty at the heaven gates (brr)
[verse 2: chief keef & sad frosty]
i feel like gucci mane ’cause you know i’m always gucci, man (gucci, gucci, gucci)
and i got something to make you move like some music can (go, go, go)
i just left g*y gang and pulled up to coochie land (ayy)
all this f*ckin’ cash make me wanna go to school again (ayy, ayy, bang, bang, bang)
flex on the teachers, tell ’em, “tell me i can’t do it again” (bang)
i done been to jail a thousand times and i’ll do it again (bang, bang, bang, bang)
fill my commissary up, i’m thuggin’ with the hooligans (dududuh)
and i know some chicken heads, somebody call ludacris (skuduskuh)
same people who said i couldn’t tell ’em hoes, i do that sh*t (do the sh*t)
and we shower the streets, we losin’ n*ggas ’cause it come with it (ayy, ayy)
n*ggas, i got money, you can keep my hunnid, n*gga, run that sh*t (ayy, sos’ baby)
baby mama keep wishin’ i’ll die (ayy), when i die, i’m coming to haunt that b*tch
bang*bang, no common sh*t (ayy), lase you up, no funnel sh*t (no)
backflips, we tumble sh*t (burr), for the bread, we crumble sh*t (buh, buh)
pull up in some wakanda sh*t (skrrt), yellow lambo’, omelette (skrrt, woo, woo)
pop your ass, take off your lid (skrrt, woo, woo), p*ssy, i ain’t just talkin’ sh*t (woo, ayy)
what time we gearing up? pop out, we appearing up (ayy)
ayy, chef, don’t stir it up (ayy), we come from here and up (ayy)
shoot the party up, air it up (gang)
woo*woop, n*gga, hear that sh*t (woo), that’s a glock, spin ’round that sh*t (woo, woo*woo)
i’m like, “how you did that sh*t?”, nevermind, n*gga, k!ll that sh*t (woo, woo)
hit the yale, like, where that is? hit the dope like we in that b*tch (woo, woo)
forever is endless, f*ck you, come in your sh*t (ayy)
stop playing, come in your sh*t (ayy)
asked god for forgiveness, he like, “you did that sh*t” (ayy)
you was out here hittin’ l!cks (ayy), you was out here shootin’ sh*t (ayy, ayy)
she was out here stealin’ sh*t (ayy, ayy)
smoking trees like timberland, ball on me, it’s sizzlin’ (ayy, ayy, gang)
[verse 3: sad frosty]
p*ssy pocket watching, tryna add up all my streams (huh?)
wanna make that accurate? talkin’ sh*t but you like my team (ayy, what? b*tch)
if frosty poppin’ out, it might d*mn near cause a scene (ayy)
had to get my testifictions, i got mad and broke the screen (ayy, blee, what?)

[outro: sad frosty & dc the don]
yuh, ayy
(n*gga, outlaw got that gas)

- sad frosty chief keef lyrics

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