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Frozone Freestyle (feat. Torro) Video (MV)






Pg - Frozone Freestyle (feat. Torro) Lyrics




Let me check my calendar
Turn down the thermometer
Rap n****s try to dodge me
They know PG the only challenger
See the haters and I line them up
Bitch n***a try to steal the sauce
Caught the ball like I'm Randy Moss
If I like ya bitch I might pick her off
Take her back to the house aye
Run her back to the crib
F**k her once and kick her out aye
That's just how a n***a live

I walk in these Jimmy Choos
I'm getting my jimmy chewed
I don't want a regular boo
These n****s can't do what I do
Sauce hoes get the drip drip
Young n***a from the flip flip
Young n***a from the north side
Real n****s yeah we gon ride

Bitch n****s all finna die
Tell the pastor let them birds fly
I ain't never had to bake a pie
I ain't never had to wait in line
My name ring bells, Le'Veon
Momma told me gotta take my time
But I told her can't take my time
At the top cause I know it's mine
She gave me top now she think she mine
When she come around she get denied
You said you real but you testified
You know a real n***a tell them lies

I'm real I'm sturdy, real
P***y n****s cant hurt me, can't
Be around 7:30 pull up with a birdie
Young n***a with the sauce
Young n***a with the drip
I can take you to a AirBnb
You can't find out where I live
Can't trust no one
Can't trust these n****s
Can't trust these bitches
Cause they'll f**k with ya n****s

I can't trust nobody
So I'm stacking these figures
So I'm reading these scriptures
And my heart on frigid
And I been a legend since a adolescent
Like a Alpha n***a better get the steppin'
Before I get the weapon
All my n****s wrecking
I'm the only one, I never been a second
If you owe me bread I'm there in a second
Don't let me catch ya
Don't let me find ya
Call the shottas, they'll bring the choppers
Bitch n***a better not call the coppers
I know real killers
I know real robbers
I did this all on my own
Talking all that bullsh*t
That's s**t I don't condone
Did it by myself aye
Did this all own my own
Bullets spraying at ya house aye
Bullets spraying at ya dome raaaah
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Let me check my calendar
Turn down the thermometer
Rap n****s try to dodge me
They know PG the only challenger
See the haters and I line them up
Bitch n***a try to steal the sauce
Caught the ball like I'm Randy Moss
If I like ya bitch I might pick her off
Take her back to the house aye
Run her back to the crib
F**k her once and kick her out aye
That's just how a n***a live

I walk in these Jimmy Choos
I'm getting my jimmy chewed
I don't want a regular boo
These n****s can't do what I do
Sauce hoes get the drip drip
Young n***a from the flip flip
Young n***a from the north side
Real n****s yeah we gon ride

Bitch n****s all finna die
Tell the pastor let them birds fly
I ain't never had to bake a pie
I ain't never had to wait in line
My name ring bells, Le'Veon
Momma told me gotta take my time
But I told her can't take my time
At the top cause I know it's mine
She gave me top now she think she mine
When she come around she get denied
You said you real but you testified
You know a real n***a tell them lies

I'm real I'm sturdy, real
P***y n****s cant hurt me, can't
Be around 7:30 pull up with a birdie
Young n***a with the sauce
Young n***a with the drip
I can take you to a AirBnb
You can't find out where I live
Can't trust no one
Can't trust these n****s
Can't trust these bitches
Cause they'll f**k with ya n****s

I can't trust nobody
So I'm stacking these figures
So I'm reading these scriptures
And my heart on frigid
And I been a legend since a adolescent
Like a Alpha n***a better get the steppin'
Before I get the weapon
All my n****s wrecking
I'm the only one, I never been a second
If you owe me bread I'm there in a second
Don't let me catch ya
Don't let me find ya
Call the shottas, they'll bring the choppers
Bitch n***a better not call the coppers
I know real killers
I know real robbers
I did this all on my own
Talking all that bullsh*t
That's s**t I don't condone
Did it by myself aye
Did this all own my own
Bullets spraying at ya house aye
Bullets spraying at ya dome raaaah
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Writer: Nyzear Banks, William White
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