Freeze (Feat. A$AP Rocky & Jim Jones) [Prod. By Clams Casino]

Текст песни A$AP Mob - Freeze (Feat. A$AP Rocky & Jim Jones) [Prod. By Clams Casino]

She was coming on to me
I was cumming on to her
Hit the town and shoot the breeze
Baby dont you fight the curse
She was makin love to me
I was holding on to her
Hit the town and shoot the breeze
Baby dont you fight the curse
Ah, just give me that bass
She listened in the rolls now give me that face
I ant trying to chase she tryin to get to third base
Till i hit her home run, 3 2 1 we safe
Damn she a loko
Ran out of loko
Sweet sweet pushup, give me that gusher
I aint tryin to spit gang maybe we could hook up
The ass is now on front so my nigga named kutcher
Dinner date time down inner state nine
Im inner state mind like the dinner date fine
We could go to the condo and drink wine
She wanna be my girl but, it will take time
She like were it going at while we drink wine
Cus the wine get you open hearted trough the great vine
First dinner lights, close the drink blinds
And i scratched that kitty bird to my k9s
Dope sperb, choke ferb big grill gleaming
Pope learn, snope firm when its shit season
Got them red bottoms look like your heels bleeding
I fucked a hundred bitches to this day we still speaking
And they still creeping, god im still cheating

You sound like me in my hay day
God im still cheating
God im still creeping
Text me on the phone, panties still leaking
She came four times, had the bitch tweaking
Jumped up in the ride, loud had reacon
There she went down, all up in the speaking
I hadnt dog tense, its hard for them to see em
She bust a move, wrong when i was leaving
Thats the only reason, to only let them freak em
That type of action happen every third weekend
The gold type of trips, which got demolished so frequent
Shit, and my proposal came decent
She must of told her friends cus hair keep keyin
About this money, and the V's that we be in
We gettin money, new V's each season
The champagne caught me up, vision got sloppy
Kickin it to this burn but my speakers gone choppy
A total less split, ill reply whats copied
So one of niggas split, you know we jumped up in a hot V
Damn! I think she got a orgasm
This gold digging bitch cought a horse spasm
Im a cold nigga bitch i had to pour spasin
You know the porche wagon, four door cabin
Im getting money so of course im bragging
I had the bitch high like she was all sadin
But they get confused who with my door pattern
While we smoking blunts by the port lantern