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Frost - Cream Soda (feat. TitoBeats) Lyrics



Frost - Cream Soda (feat. TitoBeats) Lyrics
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Damnit, Tito. Another one
Step on the scene with 5,000 in Jewels
Choreograph it they watchin' my moves
Mention the gang when you turn on the news
I swear these lil niggas got somethin' to prove
No way we could lose
Blood on the leaves and there's dirt on my boots
Bra in the cut and he waitin' to ...
Don't get it confused while we here for the loot
Ain't really trippin', I'm makin' it through
Hopped out the Audi and hopped in a Sprinter
I've been on time as long as I remember
Nina Christina, that bitch, she a giver
Cause I know how niggas get off of that liquor
Bows for the low if it's whole deliver
Cold to my soul, if I sneeze, I'ma shiver
She wanna take it there I'ma go with her
Whenever I leave, she gon' cry me a river
Yes, sir, I'm that nigga
Thinkin' I'm that, how the f*ck do you figure
Wok in my system, f*ckin with my liver
Bitches got bad as the pockets got bigger
Boy I'm so stiff, I can't turn out the neck
Turn down the hoe, fore I turn down the check
Can't f*ck with no hoe that gon' f*ck up the jwet
I want the money the power respect
Step on the scene with 5,000 in Jewels
Choreograph it they watchin' my moves
Mention the gang when you turn on the news
I swear these lil niggas got somethin' to prove
No way we could lose
Blood on the leaves and there's dirt on my boots
Bra in the cut and he waitin' to ...
Don't get it confused, boy, we here for the loot
Ain't really trippin', I'm makin' it through
Ain't really trippin', I'm makin' it through
Ain't really trippin', I'm
Ain't really trippin', I'm
Ain't really trippin', I'm
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Damnit, Tito. Another one
Step on the scene with 5,000 in Jewels
Choreograph it they watchin' my moves
Mention the gang when you turn on the news
I swear these lil niggas got somethin' to prove
No way we could lose
Blood on the leaves and there's dirt on my boots
Bra in the cut and he waitin' to ...
Don't get it confused while we here for the loot
Ain't really trippin', I'm makin' it through
Hopped out the Audi and hopped in a Sprinter
I've been on time as long as I remember
Nina Christina, that bitch, she a giver
Cause I know how niggas get off of that liquor
Bows for the low if it's whole deliver
Cold to my soul, if I sneeze, I'ma shiver
She wanna take it there I'ma go with her
Whenever I leave, she gon' cry me a river
Yes, sir, I'm that nigga
Thinkin' I'm that, how the f*ck do you figure
Wok in my system, f*ckin with my liver
Bitches got bad as the pockets got bigger
Boy I'm so stiff, I can't turn out the neck
Turn down the hoe, fore I turn down the check
Can't f*ck with no hoe that gon' f*ck up the jwet
I want the money the power respect
Step on the scene with 5,000 in Jewels
Choreograph it they watchin' my moves
Mention the gang when you turn on the news
I swear these lil niggas got somethin' to prove
No way we could lose
Blood on the leaves and there's dirt on my boots
Bra in the cut and he waitin' to ...
Don't get it confused, boy, we here for the loot
Ain't really trippin', I'm makin' it through
Ain't really trippin', I'm makin' it through
Ain't really trippin', I'm
Ain't really trippin', I'm
Ain't really trippin', I'm
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Writer: Greg McDaniel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Frost
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Greg McDaniel

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