Young Dolph – Freeze Tag Lyrics

 

Freeze Tag Young Dolph Lyrics

Freeze Tag Lyrics

 

Freeze Tag Lyrics by Young Dolph, Paper Route Empire & Key Glock

 

(Sosa 808)

Just told my bro that this money and hoes don’t last (MOB)
I told him get up out his feelings and go get a bag (Let’s eat)
Ayy, I’m a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad (On God)
Got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (HitKidd, what it do, man? Yeah)

Sitting in the 600 with the seat back
Yeah, when I first seen that Rolls truck, I’m like, “I need that”
Yeah, sipping codeine, my bitch like, “Glock, you don’t need that”
Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher, “Suck my weenus”
Soon as I got home, my grandma gave me a beating
Bad lil’ motherfucker, yup (Bitch), I beat it
I’m married to the money ’cause most of these hoes is skeezy
You know I’m so icy, but a nigga don’t know Jeezy
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane, I make this shit look easy
My young niggas ruthless, ayy, please, please, believe me
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
Fuck your verse, nigga, I’ll never do a remix
Niggas know that I don’t fuck with ’em and I don’t pretend
Niggas know that I don’t fuck with ’em, it ain’t a secret
Niggas know that I don’t fuck with ’em, it ain’t a secret
Ayy, gang members shooting shit up, where your defense?
Damn, Glock, these niggas hating on you, yeah, I peeped it
Big Glock with the switch up on it, I ain’t missing shit
I’m always on point nigga, I don’t even miss a bitch
So what? Still be hitting licks
Self-made, nothing like these shrimps
I’m balling on these lil’-ass niggas, fuck around and windmill
Just bought another foreign, swerve that bitch, look like a Hot Wheel
I walked up in the party, bitches started doing cartwheels

Told my bro that this money and these hoes don’t last
Told him, “Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag”
Ayy, I’m a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (Yeah)
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don’t last
Told him, “Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag”
Ayy, I’m a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag

Yeah, yeah, yeah
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