Kelvin Large - Frosty Lyrics

Ice on the wrist I'm frosty
Lot of racks in packs I'm flossing
Better watch your bitch she falling
If she slip on the drip I'm sorry
Tell her if she copy she copy
You can try but don't think you can stop it
Better put your money where your mouth is
If you're broke shut up boy your mouth stinks

I could go Jay on some ape shit that would make a girl stay on some queen shit
I just want the money and the deep throat I might just make her suck it like a cheap hoe
She don't want the body spoiling her show so she went to the doctor got lipo
I can never be with that kind of hoe if I catch her alone I'ma pipe
I might keep that booty for the night but I ain't gon be keeping her for life
I just want original like I, thats the kind of thing I wanna do for life
Judges sending brothers off for life to me that just ain't right
How you send a brother off for life and still tell him that he got rights
Rights are just an illusion, how we free and can't touch our children
Why you go to jail if you do it, how else are we gon teach em
What else are we gonna do when we tell em to stop and they are not listening
Forgive me for changing the topic now back to this ice and back to this glistening

Ice on the wrist I'm frosty
Lot of racks in packs I'm flossing
Better watch your bitch she falling
If she slip on the drip I'm sorry
Tell her if she copy she copy
You can try but don't think you can stop it
Better put your money where your mouth is
If you're broke shut up boy your mouth stinks

Bring the track back like a dj
Put it on repeat for three days
I tell her give me the bj
She came and blew me like a flute eih
Damn shawty sweet like a fruit eih
When I hit the spot it was juicy
Had to know my mind not to lose it
Got sense I use it
That money and power can get you addicted
That pussy its power can get you conflicted
That nigga he looking for love from his bitch
She looking for money and large sums of dick
She sent me a pic I ain't sent her no dick
I'm watching her story see you and her kiss
You making me sad you making me mad
I hopped in my bag and am right back on track
Aint running no race but my shit on my lap
You say what you can't do my nigga you cap
I came from the hood I will never go back
My hustle is ill I cant talk about that
That nigga he fronting he ain't really bout it
He came from the suburbs he living like white
I'ma up on him homie and get him surprised
He ain't never did nothing but running his mouth

Ice on the wrist I'm frosty
Lot of racks in packs I'm flossing
Better watch your bitch she falling
If she slip on the drip I'm sorry
Tell her if she copy she copy
You can try but don't think you can stop it
Better put your money where your mouth is
If you're broke shut up boy your mouth stinks