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"Freeze" lyrics by A$AP MOB
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[feat. A$AP Rocky & Jim Jones]

[Verse 1:]
She was coming on to me, I was coming on to her
Hit the town and shoot the breeze, baby don't you fight because
She was making love to me, I was holding on to her
Hit the town and shoot the breeze, baby don't you fight because
Ah just give me that base she listen in the Ross now give me that face
I ain't tryin to chase tryin to get the third base
Till I head the home run 321 we safe
Damn she a look up grand now the look up
Sweet sweet push up give me that gush up
I ain't tryin spit game baby we can hook up
The Aston out front, so my nickname Kutcher
Then the day town stay nine
I'm in the state of mine like the dinner days fine
We can go to the condo and drink wine
She want to be my girl but it will take time
She like where the cognac why we drink wine
'Cause the wine get you open heard through the grape vines
First dinner lights close the drink blinds
Then I scratch that kitty words in my cate nines
Don't spur show fur bitch real we greemin
Po learn no firm when the ship season
Got em red bottoms look like your heels bleeding
I fuck the hundred bitches to these day we still speaking
And he still creeping, got em still cheating
This ain't like me and hatin

[Verse 2:]
You sound like me in my heyday
Got em still cheatin yeah
Got em still creepin, yeah
Text me on the phone so the penny still licking, nasty
She came four times had to bitch tweaking (tripping)
Jump up in the ride, loud how you ricking
Then she went down, on love this speaking
I hadn't dark tense it's hard for them to see in
She bust em all loss em rollin he was leaving
That's another reason, to only let the freaking
(Where you at?) that type of action
Happen every third weekend
Took all type of trips, til my mileage got frequent
(I got free flights) my proposal is came decent
She must've told her friends 'cause I'm here [?]
(I saw your girlfriend last night) about this money
And V's that we're beating
We getting money new V's each season
The champagne caught me up
Vision kind of sloppy, kicking us to this [?] for my speeches kind of choppy
I told her let's split, her reply was copid
So when a nigga split you know we jump up in the high V
Damn I think she caught an orgasm, this gold diggin bitch caught a whore spasm
I'm a cold nigga bitch and I the Porsche [?]
You know the Porsche waggin, four door cabin
I'm getting money so of course I'm braggin
I had the bitch holla like she was on sadic
But they get confused who my dog [?]
While we smoking blunts by the port landing

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