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froze up - wee2hard & rob49 lyrics

[intro]
(kutta, cut that sh*t up, man)

[chorus: wee2hard]
she want rick owens, cool, i’ll pay for that, p sh*t
on god, i’m odee solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
he puttin’ ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
would’ve thought we use him for target practice, he took so many shots
“wee, how much you worth?” i’m worth a lot, go add me up
fifty thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin’ blues
if i ever catch my mans in traffic, bet i get on his ass
‘terrogation room cold for all the n*ggas who froze up

[verse 1: wee2hard]
you lil’ n*ggas fishes, i’m a shark, y’all won’t never last
forever love for my animals, real one ’til i die
n*gga tried that sh*t and died and sh*t, put him in the sky
that ho testin’, tryna set me up, i got that switchy tucked
in the mall i spend it all ’cause i know how to make it back
forever loyal to my brother, never slime my mans out
ain’t a hatin’ bone in my soul, i wanna see everybody win
cleveland ho done blocked my page, yeah, she mad at me again
i be hearin’ that lil’ sl*t sh*t in your songs, boy, you a b*tch
i’ll come through spinnin’ lil’ sh*ts with that new brrd and light sh*t up
like i work for georgia power, catch that boy, and knock his light
heard that boy up two*fifty, put a tracker on his ‘cat (come here, b*tch)
[chorus: wee2hard & rob49]
she want rick owens, cool, i’ll pay for that, p sh*t
on god, i’m odee solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
he puttin’ ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
would’ve thought we use him for target practice, he took so many shots
“wee, how much you worth?” i’m worth a lot, go add me up
fifty thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin’ blues
if i ever catch my mans in traffic, bet i get on his ass (yeah, big 4*9, ayy)
‘terrogation room cold for all the n*ggas who froze up (yeah)

[verse 2: rob49]
fifty thousand all blue, treat these new jewels like a cartoon, n*gga (yeah)
n*gga, i’m a tycoon, make a p pops all in high school, n*gga (yeah)
this that clase azul, put a bad ho in a good mood, n*gga (yeah)
he knowin’ this a freak, but he still cuffed, so i ain’t gon’ say who, n*gga (yeah)
mhm (mhm), check it, i respect it (yeah)
b*tch, give me that backend, n*gga (give me that backend)
mhm (mhm), actin’ like my daddy (yeah)
trappin’ like my daddy, n*gga (trappin’ like my daddy)
mhm (mhm), b*tch, i’m fresh to death (yeah)
that’s a closed casket, n*gga (that’s a closed casket)
mhm, b*tton on the back (yeah)
that’s an automatic, n*gga, mhm (that’s an automatic, mhm)
sh*t, n*ggas ain’t spendin’ nothin’, huh (yeah)
i wanna buy my whole gang some new packs before this summer, n*gga (before this summer, n*gga)
n*ggas keep sayin’ they whiskin’ when they ain’t seen a hundred, n*gga (they ain’t seen a hundred, n*gga)
bronem on that block like every day like andre drummond, n*gga, mhm
[chorus: wee2hard]
she want rick owens, cool, i’ll pay for that, p sh*t
on god, i’m odee solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
he puttin’ ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
would’ve thought we use him for target practice, he took so many shots
“wee, how much you worth?” i’m worth a lot, go add me up
fifty thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin’ blues
if i ever catch my mans in traffic, bet i get on his ass
‘terrogation room cold for all the n*ggas who froze up

- wee2hard rob49 lyrics

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