Frost Bite (feat. Greathouse & Lucid Bambino)
YKK
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Frost bite Frost bite Frost bite Frost bite F*ck a job, making money all the time now Bank account growing, I don't need to clock out Water my wrists, tell me why your pockets in a drought Bitch I'm not poor tell me what the f*ck you're on about Fit so clean bitch you know I hit it with some tide Brand new Lamborghini bitch I speed leave the police behind Bitch I'm so shiny when I walk around in public Every body in a 20 mile radius go blind Tough shit lil bitch I'm rich and you're not Broke bitches get left behind like Slipknot While you work your 9-5 I'm waking up when I want While you chill in the apartments I'm just sleeping in a fuckin yacht Food Safe wrist, keep it under 41 degrees Closet so cold I'm riding down it on a pair of skis F*ck CJ I'm the one who carry blue cheese Speeding with the top down bitch I really feel the breeze Frost bite Boutta fucking lose my arm Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice I can't even feel my palm You a fuckin broke boy Please don't come around my spot All these fuckin clothes cost More than what you yearly cop Bitch I'm cold got frost bite Boutta fucking lose my arm Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice I can't even feel my palm You a fuckin broke boy Please don't come around my spot All these fuckin clothes cost More than what you yearly cop Hold up Look I ain't even bout to do a little intro Go around hear my name where the wind blow YKK beat mode with the beats tho Yuh They better recognize where they stepping Quick as f*ck, strip the numbers right off of this Wesson Bitch I'm cold, frost bite Down to my toes, on sight No off sight, gun is off sight Still I tote right when the gun lights And I don't write cause my dome shines You and joke rhymes couldn't choke time And I came out the gutter with no lime Cross me get checked like a clothes line Cold on these beats when I show ice Bitch I come out when there's no lights You know me and Vic come with dope rhymes Season the beat I got no thyme You crossing us wrong you got no life Came from the sky like a nose dive Impregnate the beat like a cold wife A tick in the game I don't do lice When I came in this bitch gonna serve lives Frost bite Boutta fucking lose my arm Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice I can't even feel my palm You a fuckin broke boy Please don't come around my spot All these fuckin clothes cost More than what you yearly cop Bitch I'm cold got frost bite Boutta fucking lose my arm Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice I can't even feel my palm You a fuckin broke boy Please don't come around my spot All these fuckin clothes cost More than what you yearly cop
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Written by: Tommy "Greathouse", Victoraino Delrossario, Yasin Kashubeck
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