| Huh?
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| Aye!
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| What?
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| A-A-Astro, got it runnin'
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| Pussy!
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| Yeah! |
| (Mathiastyner)
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| Okay!
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| Uh, yeah (Mike G, you can’t do this to 'em, man)
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| New kicks, check that
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| Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
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| All you other rappers got set-back
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| I run the game, bitch I said that
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| New kicks, check that
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| Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
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| All you other rappers got set-back
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| I run the game, bitch, I said that
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| Your bitch want my dick, she a dummy
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| Wrap that boy up with some tape, he a mummy
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| Pull out my dick and I nut on her tummy
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| DC my slime, his nose always runny
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| Pussy be talkin' that fuck shit
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| Call up CJ, that boy he gon' dump shit
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| Broke boi be hating, he know that I run shit
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| I got a pregnant bitch, I’m with that dumb shit
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| Sike bitch, I’m playin'
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| Lil Frosty goin' Super Saiyan
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| Get rich or die trying, thats the plan
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| If I go back home, that bitch want a mate
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| Fuck a handout, bitch I shit
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| Come get your bae cus she all on my dick
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| Fuck with Frosty your bitch might get hit
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| I don’t sell no crack but my chain cost a brick
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| Light-skinned bitch in my DMs tryna fuck
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| You can get this dick, but miss me with the cuff
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| That bitch like a blower, she wanna do a suck
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| Body bag the pussy, left that in the trunk
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| New kicks, check that
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| Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
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| All you other rappers got set-back
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| I run the game, bitch I said that
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| New kicks, check that
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| Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
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| All you other rappers got set-back
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| I run the game, bitch I said that
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| Shout out my nigga Big Frosty
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| Tell 'em get off me
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| No I’m not Jesus, don’t cross me
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| You niggas is salty
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| She wanna gobble my dick it’s impossible
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| Bitch I don’t want you, I swear that I’m positive hoe
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| My niggas slide through to your crib then we pullin' Bruce Wayne cause I swear
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| that we robbin' it hoe
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| Fuck bitch, fuck, niggas finna duck
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| Bitch we came in with that fye
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| .223, on the side
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| Cut that boy neck off, got a machete, I know that his head soft
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| He deserved it, they callin' it manslaughter
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| And we poppin' too much, make the lead hotter
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| And your bitch got no name, call her head doctor
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| Tell Lil Frosty to pull up and headshot him
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| That’s my nigga, on God we ain’t playin' bout him
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| And my mans got his blood on my red bottoms
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| Fuck!
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| New kicks, check that
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| Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
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| All you other rappers got set-back
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| I run the game, bitch I said that
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| New kicks, check that
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| Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
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| All you other rappers got set-back
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| I run the game, bitch I said that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Kicks, artist - Sad Frosty. Album song Playground, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп