LP Rambo - Freeze Tag Lyrics
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    Freeze Tag

    [Hook]
    I asked my mama why me, she said ''you reap what you sew"
    I didn't care because my brother dead im upping the score
    Got clips to spare you make me mad I leave you dead by your hoe
    Freeze tag, I put you in that fridge with a tag on your toe
    And if he say my name I split his egg, gone splatter yo yolk
    Extended clip that magazine man, gone splat all yo folks
    You point that dirty stick at me I pray to God you dont choke
    How you say you wanted smoke? Yo urine clean you dont smoke

    [Verse]
    Im bout to fold him up, After that I roll him up
    After that I trap him in my lungs before I blow it up i'm smoking good
    Dеadman, like a druid, Guapanese I spеak it fluent
    War time if we into it, turn the complex into ruins
    Pop him, like what you doing?
    Block him im Patrick Ewing
    I sinned im only human, bro jammed for distributions
    I put shit up in the air, opposing Isaac Newton
    Tie him up then execute him I duck from prosecution
    It's a skelly where he buried that be me with the shovel
    I'll dig another hole up if you looking for trouble
    Im a wild dog my shorty think bout buyin a muzzle
    You see my block strong as ever nigga I am the muscle
    If you look into my eyes you'll see 5 mamas cry
    You'll watch 5 homicides, cause Six dont cap bitch im Him
    Im the Reaper in the flesh and man your window is slim
    Smoking strong like this pack done had a sesh in the gym
    If you listen to my head, voices saying ''Leave him dead"
    I be controlling how I play it, I can't let that shit win
    After I slumped your main mans I left the scene with a grin
    I know them niggas stalk my page tryna see what car I be in

    [Hook]
    I asked my mama why me, she said ''you reap what you sew"
    I didn't care because my brother dead im upping the score
    Got clips to spare you make me mad I leave you dead by your hoe
    Freeze tag, I put you in that fridge with a tag on your toe
    And if he say my name I split his egg, gone splatter yo yolk
    Extended clip that magazine man, gone splat all yo folks
    You point that dirty stick at me I pray to God you dont choke
    How you say you wanted smoke? Yo urine clean you dont smoke

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