Yesta day by Frosty Choppa Lyrics
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Quote from the song “Yesta day” by Frosty Choppa
We got them hollows
Them dollos
We put a price n they drop em
We countin them pound
A waile you counting them follows
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We got them hollows
Them dollos
We put a price n they drop em
We countin them pound
A waile you counting them follows
Cut off my bitch yesta day
Woo
Don't ring my phone if I ain't getting brain
Woo
We solid we never sang
Really talk
That's on the gang
If you talk
Bullits rain
Glock geekin
Arangatang
519
East coast slang
Uzi on the left
Glock 40 my main
Let it bang
Whaz brakkin
Don't come round if you don't talk my slang
Young thugin young huslin
Ya I jus said that
If you want smoke
You gon hear click clack click clack
Boy you better get back
Or you gon have some holes in yo back
Brake em like a kit kat
Chit chat
Riff raff
I already wrote that
Take it and you gon have a toe tag
Don't care bou nobody jus want mo cash
Kuz the streets know the real me
But I know the streets won't heal me
You feel me
If you don't
Aw well
Got homies locked up
Drake let him out on bail
Let that boi out of jail
That's my real homie
When I use to trap n steal
When I was pussin dem pillz
Naw I'm for real
Talk bou 390 and we might just catch us a kill
Boi I'm for real
Dawg I'm always cleatchin that steal
Remember we was starving
Now we eatin them meals
We out on that feald
Hitin that 90
Sippi them 40s
Dirty sprite
Hit it once
Now he choking
Pondent
Trapping though the night
Husslin though the morning
We spring
Keep talking we might have to kick yo door in
Now we soring