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Loner (feat. B. Lou) Lyrics


Sad Frosty Loner (feat. B. Lou)




[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
Bitch I'm a loner
Take your lil thot to the back, I'ma bone her
Want me to gift her, but I'm not a stoner
Price of a million she act like I known her, huh
Wait, DaVinci's my body and Fendi my clothes
I might just f..ck on two hoes
Pull up my dick and I nut on her toes, huh

[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
Yeah, these bitches they sucking and f..cking for free
I cannot f..ck her, she need to pay me
Don't want the sex, just get on her knees yeah
Ayy, shoutout my boy Extendo
Bitches they see me show tits at the window
Won't dap you up 'cause you ain't my kinfolk, huh, yeah
Lil thottie she on me, she just want the clout
Frosty, I'm blowing, I'm straight from the south
You get no money, your bank is a drought, okay, yeah
Fooly, he pressed for pussy
Won't make that mistake 'cause I'm not a rookie
I cut that boy off cause he is goofy, huh

[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
Bitch I'm a loner
Take your lil thot to the back, I'ma bone her
Want me to gift her, but I'm not a stoner
Price of a million she act like I known her, huh
Wait, DaVinci's my body and Fendi my clothes
I might just f..ck on two hoes
Pull up my dick and I nut on her toes, huh

[Verse 2: B. Lou]
Bitch give neck like a ostrich
To much money, can't deposit, uh
Starting selling drugs for the profits
f..ck around and moving that conflict, uh
Me and frosty rocking in the moshpit
Too many bitches, can't deal with the gossip
Rub on my body, let me be your genie
Watch how you 'pproach 'cause I stay with that semi
Say where you from, shit, you really ain't with it
This is real life, what I spit in my-
Let me bring it back, let me f..ck it up
Most of these niggas out here wanna be me
Bein' B. Lou, man that shit is not easy
Instagram flicky turned into a quickie
Leave you with a red top just like Trippie
Nigga you a rat like Mickey, Walt Disney, B. Lou

[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
Bitch I'm a loner
Take your lil thot to the back, I'ma bone her
Want me to gift her, but I'm not a stoner
Price of a million she act like I known her, huh
Wait, DaVinci's my body and Fendi my clothes
I might just f..ck on two hoes
Pull up my dick and I nut on her toes, huh



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