| Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| Astro on the beat!
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| Yuh
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| Aye
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| Bitch
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| (Bitch) Pussy!
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| Uh
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| What?
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| Aye!
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| I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
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| Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip
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| I’mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
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| I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it’s okay for me to pop out
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| I make that bitch ride my face, do the dance, like I’m in space
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| Better not try nothin' stupid, got that cutter on my waist
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| I dont even gotta touch him, toilet water gang 'gon shoot 'em
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| Try to run up on lil' Frosty, pussy boy 'gon catch a brusin', aye
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| Ding dong ditchin' on the block in the dark
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| Make the wrong move up in this bitch, then go sparking
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| Tearin' up your neighborhood like we at a party
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| I’mma dive up in your bitch pussy like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
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| Uh
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| Like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
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| Pull up on your bitch and get my jizz up on her Cartier (But why you talkin'
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| reckless?)
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| Hangin' from your Cuban link, that shit might leave you neckless
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| A-All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
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| had to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
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| I don’t want none of you niggas to front me, nah, I got the buns to come
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| Bread! | 
| Like a fuckin' baker, put the shaker to your head
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| I love that
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| I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let 'em in, put him in
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| sediment
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| I burned the fuck out my high school Letterman, I pop a vitamin,
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| you pop a xanny, then hitting like 10 of 'em, uh
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| I put that shit on my niggas, I know that I love 'em will never get better than
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| Mama, no matter how many I got on my commas, I promise
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| Draco got a big pop (Yeah), NATO rounds, and I make those pounds in the back of
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| a flatbed truck
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| I got no time for the bitch, I switch my flow, make a nigga dick suck
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| I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, then he gonna flip flop
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| Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit bitch, pray for a nigga big
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| Bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga
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| You lame, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga
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| You lame, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga (Aye, Frosty,
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| this shit lit)
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| You lame, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga, you lame-! | 
| (Uh, yeah!)
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| Bl-Blickeys on my hips, so, when we pull up, get to duckin'
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| M-Masked-up, strapped-up, bitch, we get to bussin'
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| Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin
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| My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' bitch, she Russian
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| Got ADHD can’t post no way, to the booth for his fade
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| All black babes, so I’m feelin' like a blade, I’mma beat him back out hit a
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| Attention span short, told that bitch to entertain me
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| I wish everybody fuck you, broke boy, you too lazy
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| I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
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| Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip
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| I’mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
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| I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it’s okay for me to pop out
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| Uh! |