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fake chain (remix) - sad frosty lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1: b. lou]
walk ’round with too much money
broke b-tch, she not for me
b. lou, i keep it a hundred
you already know i be bluntin’
gucci, my socks and my garments
i can not f-ck with you ’cause you informants
smoking that wool for breakfast this mornin’
me and sad frosty pull off in a foreign
range came in with steps on the outside
young rich n-gga connected like wifi
f-ck with me wrong, she get wet like its sci-fi
‘member high school i was dunking them drive-bys
you not a cat, you will not get nine lives
strapped with a gat, i hit your -ss nine times
came from the bottom, had to struggle, had to get mine
young rich n-gga, i’m f-cking your b-tch now

[chorus: sad frosty]
my chain is fake as sh-t
i went to the palace and dropped the grip
lil’ b-tch, she sucked my d-ck
i’m posted on melrose while eating chips
b-tch and she want me to cuff
i do not love her, i just wanna f-ck
rarri got trunk in the front
i get the cash while taking a dump
my chain is fake as sh-t
i went to the palace and dropped the grip
lil’ b-tch, she sucked my d-ck
i’m posted on melrose while eating chips
b-tch and she want me to cuff
i do not love her, i just wanna f-ck
rarri got trunk in the front
i get the cash while taking a dump

[verse 2: imdontai]
frosty, i hope i don’t melt you
i come with that heat that i know n-ggas fell to
look down on you peasants like seagulls
they lookin’ up to me like eagles
you fl!ckin’ that lighter like b. lou
look, i don’t even smoke
i don’t drink those
i do not none of that at all, in fact, i’m ’bout to call my mom to take me from this alcohol
mom, you gotta come get me, they’re all smoking marijuana
milk splash on my mustache while i stash cash in the trash bag, it was mad
fight a strippers -ss clap, it was abstract
it was hashtag “#ismashonblastinthemiddleofbaghdad”
this b-tch showed me her hump
she don’t want my money, she just want my c-m
i am arose to see if they wanted some
they hit triangle, and all readied up

mike d, you can’t do this to ’em man!

- sad frosty lyrics

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