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Drok - Frosted Flakes (feat. TrendSettaTre) Lyrics
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Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Had to earn my strips, had to make this shit official
Now they see me going up, blast off like a missile
Everybody wanna eat but don't got the utensils
I gotta watch my back, head up on a swivel
I've got more woman w/ me than water bottles in my room
She know i'ma dog I ain't even have to see the full moon
She love my braids love how I keep myself groomed
Exquisite taste, sorry there's just no room
I don't listen to no rumors
Had to take a break can't let the fake shit consume us
New pinky ring and the diamonds yellow just like a school bus
She just hit me with her friend, she said come and scoop us
She just wanna see me she done even really wanna do nun
They wanna pick my mind
I gotta pick my battles , I can't be fighting all the time
I'm never worried bout there's, I'm only worried bout mine
They should call me amazon cause I'm still in my prime
Turn around and change your view
Think of all the things you could do
Look what's right in front of you
You gotta put ya faith in you
Turn around and change your view
Think of all the things you could do
Look what's right in front of you
You gotta put ya faith in you
Don't pass me ya J cause I got mine practicing social distance
Been in my zone cause I got time and now I'm spitting different
Ain't gotta go work for no white man and deal with criticism
So I use this pen in my hand to express how I'm feeling
Need me a bow and arrow to hit my goals w precision
Switch that accuracy convert it to blue ben franklins for my children
We ain't hanging out if you new and no there's no auditions and no there's no audition
Hold on freeze
Feels like I'm stuck in time
Quarantine in the crib can't put my life on the line
Foreign ting and a zips how I like to spend my time
Had no lines down my ribs so I
Had to earn my strips, had to make this shit official
Now they see me going up, blast off like a missile
Everybody wanna eat but don't got the utensils
I gotta watch my back, head up on a swivel
Had to earn my strips, had to make this shit official
Now they see me going up, blast off like a missile
Everybody wanna eat but don't got the utensils
I gotta watch my back, head up on a swivel
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Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Had to earn my strips, had to make this shit official
Now they see me going up, blast off like a missile
Everybody wanna eat but don't got the utensils
I gotta watch my back, head up on a swivel
I've got more woman w/ me than water bottles in my room
She know i'ma dog I ain't even have to see the full moon
She love my braids love how I keep myself groomed
Exquisite taste, sorry there's just no room
I don't listen to no rumors
Had to take a break can't let the fake shit consume us
New pinky ring and the diamonds yellow just like a school bus
She just hit me with her friend, she said come and scoop us
She just wanna see me she done even really wanna do nun
They wanna pick my mind
I gotta pick my battles , I can't be fighting all the time
I'm never worried bout there's, I'm only worried bout mine
They should call me amazon cause I'm still in my prime
Turn around and change your view
Think of all the things you could do
Look what's right in front of you
You gotta put ya faith in you
Turn around and change your view
Think of all the things you could do
Look what's right in front of you
You gotta put ya faith in you
Don't pass me ya J cause I got mine practicing social distance
Been in my zone cause I got time and now I'm spitting different
Ain't gotta go work for no white man and deal with criticism
So I use this pen in my hand to express how I'm feeling
Need me a bow and arrow to hit my goals w precision
Switch that accuracy convert it to blue ben franklins for my children
We ain't hanging out if you new and no there's no auditions and no there's no audition
Hold on freeze
Feels like I'm stuck in time
Quarantine in the crib can't put my life on the line
Foreign ting and a zips how I like to spend my time
Had no lines down my ribs so I
Had to earn my strips, had to make this shit official
Now they see me going up, blast off like a missile
Everybody wanna eat but don't got the utensils
I gotta watch my back, head up on a swivel
Had to earn my strips, had to make this shit official
Now they see me going up, blast off like a missile
Everybody wanna eat but don't got the utensils
I gotta watch my back, head up on a swivel
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Writer: David Grant Jr, Tre-Vaughn Fullerton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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