Froze
Watch how I put it on froze aye
Nobody gotta know shh
Why this was the life you chose
Fuck fame get money dont fold
I know this shit gon take a toll
But you know you can't trust these hoes
Aye this shit gon get cold
But you rather have some dough in the snow
Oh my gosh I feel traumatized
Lost in the cash think I need a baptize
Yall been dead to a bitch flatline
UmmUmmUmmUmm
Umm umm umm
UmmUmmUmmUmm
Umm umm umm
I was saving words I ain't wanna waste time
I den lost to much for a nigga take mine
Long live my daddy said I gotta save mine
Aye we know you mad we heard it thru grapevine
If niggas down bad they go and hit my line
You know I got bags ion waste time
And if it go on yo tab we gon have a great time
We was focused we wasn't broke we was broken
Niggas folded niggas ain't think we would noticed
You the goat I'm the goatess
Mixing alot of this pain with the potion
We overdosing oh shit
Oh gosh I'm still traumatized
For sis died said I can't fraternize
Tay k do the race tryna get a hunnit dimes
Tryna get a hunnit bandz over a hunnit times
Watch how I put it on froze aye
Nobody gotta know shh
Why this was the life you chose
Fuck fame get money dont fold
I know this shit gon take a toll
But you know you can't trust these hoes
Aye this shit gon get cold
But you rather have some dough in the snow
Oh my gosh I feel traumatized
Lost in the cash think I need a baptize
Y'all been dead to a bitch flatline
UmmUmmUmmUmm
Umm umm umm
Nobody gotta know shh
Why this was the life you chose
Fuck fame get money dont fold
I know this shit gon take a toll
But you know you can't trust these hoes
Aye this shit gon get cold
But you rather have some dough in the snow
Oh my gosh I feel traumatized
Lost in the cash think I need a baptize
Yall been dead to a bitch flatline
UmmUmmUmmUmm
Umm umm umm
UmmUmmUmmUmm
Umm umm umm
I was saving words I ain't wanna waste time
I den lost to much for a nigga take mine
Long live my daddy said I gotta save mine
Aye we know you mad we heard it thru grapevine
If niggas down bad they go and hit my line
You know I got bags ion waste time
And if it go on yo tab we gon have a great time
We was focused we wasn't broke we was broken
Niggas folded niggas ain't think we would noticed
You the goat I'm the goatess
Mixing alot of this pain with the potion
We overdosing oh shit
Oh gosh I'm still traumatized
For sis died said I can't fraternize
Tay k do the race tryna get a hunnit dimes
Tryna get a hunnit bandz over a hunnit times
Watch how I put it on froze aye
Nobody gotta know shh
Why this was the life you chose
Fuck fame get money dont fold
I know this shit gon take a toll
But you know you can't trust these hoes
Aye this shit gon get cold
But you rather have some dough in the snow
Oh my gosh I feel traumatized
Lost in the cash think I need a baptize
Y'all been dead to a bitch flatline
UmmUmmUmmUmm
Umm umm umm
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Writer(s): Shanita Turner
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