Frosted Kae - pasadena

Uh
(Buddah bless this beat)
Woke up like Ima turn these A cups to a C cup
Ion care about cha buck nigga sign a prenup
Go & get another bag nigga that's a reup
With or without nigga still got my feet up
Real bitches let em know
How to treat us
Pussy heaven sent hmph
Thought he met Jesus
I'm a busy bitch naw my time can't free up
Just might drag yo nigga from da A to Pasadena
Heart cold but I'm frosted so dat wasnt no secret
Bitches Brandy down bad tryna be us
All my niggas carry straps and they stay Gd up
Even since a jit man the city know I had buzz
Nigga goin crazy uh that's what good kitty does
Only like niggas with a mouth full of gold slugs
Broke boy a bad habit no sir that shit a dubb
Killing shit bettta gather round
grab the white doves
Order 21 from Harolds with my freak hoe
I got my own money but it turn me on when I spend yours
Ima bout my business you can gone and attach the & co
You ain't really havin money
You got monopoly,
Play dough
Ever seen a real pretty bitch w a draco
Make a nigga go down south like
He was born in clayco
And if he eat the Pussy good
You ain't got no say so
And I heard he whipping it
Like sum Mash potatoes
Heard he a knock a nigga off
Call that boy a lego
Tryna move my bitches
From da bando to the chateaus
Swervin through atlanta
In a phantom dats a 4 door
I'm really havin power in da city
I'm am not ghost
Woke up like Ima turn these A cups to a C cup
Ion care about cha buck nigga sign a prenup
Goin get another bag Dassa reup
With or without nigga still got my feet up
Real bitches let em know
How to treat us
Pussy heaven sent hmph
thought he met Jesus
I'm a busy bitch naw my time can't free up
Just might drag yo nigga from da A to Pasadena

Written by:
Kelsie Frost

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