Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Froze , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album DC4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Froze |
| I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar |
| Diamonds on my fist and on my arms |
| Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard |
| Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all |
| I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid |
| I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit |
| I roll around town in a Rolls and shit |
| I got that bag and we movin' that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, |
| got hoes and shit |
| Hundred K large on my Audemar |
| When we run down we hit one of y’all |
| I’m a post up at the corner store |
| Trappin' all night but I shine like I’m Armor All |
| I am so hot I might break the thermometer |
| Coppers they watch us and follow us |
| Flip through that paper no calendar |
| All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah |
| I got a different kind of money |
| I’m on a different kind of grind |
| I’m with some different type of niggas |
| We on a different type of time |
| Go get the money fuck them bitches |
| Bitches be gettin' out of line |
| I turned that one into a two |
| I turned that point into a nine |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my neck, damn |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my wrist |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my fist |
| You know how froze that is |
| Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya |
| Following Meek and lil' Nicki, ya |
| It is just me and lil' Brittney, ya |
| Diamonds so wet you could slip |
| Look at the bitch, take a picture |
| She is just so photogenic, ya |
| She ride my dick like a dirt bike |
| You know she gon' pop a wheelie |
| Count my money to a milli, ya |
| Drive a Porsche all up in Philly |
| Holding that gun with no Uzi |
| Diamonds in Rollie get cooly |
| I’m a rockstar smash my guitar |
| Diamonds on my fist and on my arms |
| Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard |
| Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all |
| I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s |
| Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then |
| Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens |
| Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun |
| Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet |
| We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes |
| Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond |
| Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin' |
| Different type of money, you on a different type of broke |
| Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke |
| I just be sittin' in the mansion, takin' a dip inside the pool |
| We don’t go out without assassins |
| We on some different type of rules |
| I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar |
| Diamonds on my ring and on my arms |
| Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard |
| Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my neck, damn |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my wrist |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my fist |
| You know how froze that is |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my neck, damn |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my wrist |
| You know how froze that is |
| Look at my fist |
| You know how froze that is |