Paper Route EMPIRE - Freeze Tag (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Paper Route EMPIRE - Freeze Tag (en) Lyrics
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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,
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" (I need that)
Yeah, sipping codeine, my bitch
like, "Glock, you don't need
that" (Don't need that)
Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher,
"Suck my weenus" (Yeah)
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 (Yup)
You know I'm so icy, but a nigga
don't know Jeezy (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane,
I make this shit look
easy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My young niggas ruthless, ayy,
please, please, believe
me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a
nigga freezing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck your verse, nigga, I'll
never do a remix (What?)
Niggas know that I don't fuck with
'em and I don't pretend (Uh-uh)
Niggas know that I don't fuck with
'em, it ain't a secret (Uh-uh)
Niggas know that I don't fuck with
'em, it ain't a secret (Yeah)
Ayy, gang members shooting shit
up, where your defense?
Damn, Glock, these niggas hating on
you, yeah, I peeped it (I know)
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 (Phew, phew, phew)
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)
I got baguettes in my Richard,
diamonds playing freeze tag
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