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frieza (wolves) - ​sadboyshaq lyrics

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[intro]
step in the street, dead, guh
ayo, c’mere, son
this n*ggas actin’ like i don’t got a boxing degree
n*gga, i’ll get crazy, word to my motherf*cka
karate, n*gga, black belt, wakatah!

[chorus]
huh, this sh*t make ’em freeze up
my chop’ don’t like yo’ monkeys, i’ma call him frieza
you wouldn’t see how we die, i show yo’ ass a teaser
my shooter dead, come out the gut, he built like bautista
i take a plug walk on that water, b*tch, i feel like jesus
they so locked, they lookin’ forty, b*tch, i feel like yeezus
they said he dead, you can’t get money ’til the job completed
he talkin’ holy, we gon’ sacrifice ’em to them demons
catch him end up off like “ah”, we make ’em do some jumpin’ jacks
give me time, my word is bond, you think i’m scared of that?
slam a n*gga on his head, they call me jack cable
chop ’em up and make his body parts into a table
they said, “on spot”, they put your b*tch, she finna catch a facial
my asian shooter dead, he ain’t popped out with interracial
catch his ass in public, he said i’m mistaken
but the opp not judgin’, but you was in that station
like a f*ckin’ bad bull we had to f*ckin’ face ’em
he thought he had a part ten, we f*cked ’round and laced ’em
n*gga back to his [rouge?], we put ’em in the bas*m*nt
i got producers on the call, they wanna k!ll some placements
[verse]
if i catch ’em outside, f*ck up a transportation
heard yo’ baby got shot, man, i hope that make in
boot up, they signed the deal, you sold like the jamaicans
they gon’ jump yo’ ass up, now you in different places
b*tch, i’m in that stolo, runnin’ to that gas stat’
put that gas to yo’ ass, i’ma call ’em airframe
had to match a n*gga face in with a f*ckin’ campaign
force that n*gga to overdose, i made him [?]
n*gga, do you know joy lane?
this b*tch act i’m f*ckin’ funny, made her laugh like ryan [?]
we put yo’ mans up in the air, that’s a whole different f*ckin’ stray
i put them arrows to his nose, he tryna touch a f*ckin’ brain

[chorus]
huh, this sh*t make ’em freeze up
my chop’ don’t like yo’ monkeys, i’ma call him frieza
you wouldn’t see how we die, i show yo’ ass a teaser
my shooter dead, come out the gut, he built like bautista
i take a plug walk on that water, b*tch, i feel like jesus
they so locked, they lookin’ forty, b*tch, i feel like yeezus
they said he dead, you can’t get money ’til the job completed
he talkin’ holy, we gon’ sacrifice ’em to them demons
slam a n*gga on his head, they call me jack cable
chop ’em up and make his body parts into a table
they said, “on spot”, they put your b*tch, she finna catch a facial
my asian shooter dead, he ain’t popped out with interracial
catch his ass in public, he said i’m mistaken
but the opp not judgin’, but you was in that station
(we had to f*ckin’ face ’em)
he thought he had a part ten, we f*cked ’round and laced ’em
(the bas*m*nt)
i got producers on the call, they wanna k!ll some placements

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