| What? |
| Bitch!
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| Uh, aye
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| Brr!
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| They know that Frosty don’t do talking, bitch, you can get to walking
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| I made a quarter million, now that lil' bitch, she be stalking
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| Choppa miss me with that quick, pullin' Zimmy from them sticks
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| I’ma beat it down and bust up back, lil' bitch say I’m the shit
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| Just catch a check for a hundred, but I still eat ramen noodles
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| I’m a big dog, lil' bitch, you a poodle
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| I don’t do no drive-by, I’mma slide up on a scooter
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| If you got, shot wasn’t me, them toilet boys that be my shooters
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| Do yo' dance on that pole, man, we got bands on this hoe
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| Talking reckless on the net, get popped like Xans in this hoe
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| All these dumb hoes, they be trippin', we got plans around this hoe
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| I ain’t layin' up with her man, she got ran through at my show
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| What the point of having money if your friends ain’t got a plate
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| Make sure all my homie eat, not just a lobster and a steak
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| When advised, you play them cards, just bought the crib right by the lake
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| Said he had the Frosty bank,
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| They know that Frosty don’t do talking, bitch, you can get to walking
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| I made a quarter million, now that lil' bitch, she be stalking
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| Choppa miss me with that quick, pullin' Zimmy from them sticks
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| I’ma beat it down and bust up back, lil' bitch say I’m the shit
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| Pussy boy be with that fuck shit
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| I get cash like everyday, I spend them rack on dumb shit
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| If he ain’t even got a least a hundred, that boy on some bum shit
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| I drop right out of high school, started repping how I’m dumb rich
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| Then see frosty out in public be like, what the word, oh
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| Forces on my feet, they got me feeling like Herbo
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| Catch me up in Houston with the rockets, sitting front road
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| VS hang around my neck, bitch thought it was a go pro
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| Talk it, we got fans in this bitch
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| Tell that girl if she gon' slide, then bring her friends to the shit
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| These hoes be all in my DMs, you can ran through her quick
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| Two and three from the locker room, like extendo I don’t miss
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| They know that Frosty don’t do talking, bitch, you can get to walking
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| I made a quarter million, now that lil' bitch, she be stalking
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| Choppa miss me with that quick, pullin' Zimmy from them sticks
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| I’ma beat it down and bust up back, lil' bitch say I’m the shit
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| Pussy, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NO TALKIN!, artist - Sad Frosty. Album song Happy Cult - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп