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Refrigerated
Luh Tyler
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OhGeesy
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Yeah, uh
(Chambers)
(D-Diego)
Nigga ice-cold, ay, I'm refrigerated
They let my nigga out the cell, he liberated
Pull up-pull up on your block, you get eliminated (brrt)
That mean e'rybody dead, obliterated
Chain cold, ice-cold, wrist froze too (whoa, whoa)
I like white bitches, black bitches, mixed hos too (yeah)
Scammin' on your phone, did that shit go through? (Brrt)
She suckin' on that dick 'til her face go blue
I got Eastside low bottom hos, I got top tier (top tier)
He said that he got a lotta hos, but they not here (where they at?)
Cappin' on the 'Gram, you'll get ran and got stopped here (blaow)
You don't want no smoke, you a fan, don't get popped here
I'm known for shuttin' down the city, makin' millis on the coast
I got bread, I got butter, if you reach, you gettin' toast (yeah)
I'm connectin' with my Bloods, tappin' in with my Locs
Yeah, Geesy fireman, I be lookin' for the smoke
Nigga ice-cold, ay, I'm refrigerated
They let my nigga out the cell, he liberated
Pull up-pull up on your block, you get eliminated (brrt)
That mean e'rybody dead, obliterated (skii)
I'm ballin' on hall of fame, I been the greatest (yeah)
Smokin' different strands got me lookin' Asian (on God)
He hatin' on the kid, I'm hittin' his lady (ugh)
I fuck the bitch first night, I don't do no waitin' (no cap)
Pulled up with a Barbie doll, I'm her Ken today (I'm her Ken today)
Told her I wouldn't break her heart, did it anyway (I did it anyway)
Nigga ain't never thought that I woulda made it (that I woulda made it)
Now I'm flyin' outta state, meetin' with the label (meetin' with the label)
Nigga, now it's steak and lobster at the dinner table (at the dinner table)
Ten bands what my smile cost, man, this for all the haters (skii)
I need e'ry dollar, I want all the paper (I want all the paper)
If it ain't about no money, I'ma call you later (I'ma call you later)
All these bands, I don't know what to do wit' it
Got a whole lotta pink 50s and 'em blues with me (and 'em blues with me)
Hit the bitch one time, then I'm through wit' it (then I'm through wit' it)
You don't got no money on your mind, boy, you too silly (boy, you too silly)
I'm already high, I'm just boostin' it (I'm just boostin' it)
Got my 22 up on my side in the booth with me (in the booth with me)
Walked in the jewelry store and I blew 50 (and I blew 50)
"How many bands you got?" I got too many (I got too many)
Yeah, ay, what? (Ay)
"How many bands you got?" I got too many
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
"How many hoes you got?" I got too many
Yeah, gang, no cap (ay)
"How many chains you bought?" I bought too many
Nigga, no cap, I bought too many chains, I got too many hos
I got too many bands, nigga
Yeah, ay, skii
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