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conversations.value: Write me a song called New Freezer with the following description: Wayne teams up with Gudda Gudda for a remix of Rich The Kid’s “New Freezer” featuring Kendrick Lamar, originally produced by Ben Jayne. The 10th track off Wayne’s Dedication 6 mixtape. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Gudda Gudda]
  Gudda!
  D6
  Yeah
  [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
  I'mma cash out on the AP, new freezer
  The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
  I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux's
  She tried to order a sloppy joe
  I told her give me some sloppy toppy
  Then let her know she a sloppy ho
  Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti
  Two million cash, this is not a Ferrari
  260 the dash, I smoke anybody
  150K cash, it fit in my pocket
  This is that 
  D6,
   shout out to Drizzy in the 6
  Mafia like it's the Three 6
  Choppers make niggas do B-flips
  Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
  Burn niggas like a freak bitch
  Flip and turn you like a key switch
  'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with
  Yeah, only time will tell, nigga
  I sat back and tried to tell niggas
  If you try to test me, watch you fail, nigga
  D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Death wish, death wish, death wish
  I come to fulfill your death wish
  First I must refill my beverage
  That's promethazine, sold separate
  That's from Texas, she's from who knows
  I got new doors I ain't step in
  I got new hoes I ain't hit yet
  I ain't hit yet? Time is precious
  I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet
  I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet
  I got money I ain't see yet
  And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet
  I got big bags in my book bag
  Make me walk around like Hunchback
  Diamonds so bright on my one hand
  Gave all five fingers a sun-tan
  Haters upset, that's a fun fact
  I got pussy in my lunch bag
  I got soap and I got towels
  Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
  I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'
  I got bitches that steal them from me
  They go home and then they send pictures
  To my phone with nothing under it
  What am I to do? I'm lovin' it
  I run a bad-ass bitches company
  That's my company, my bitches humble me
  I saw your bitches, that was comedy
  I got the romedy, oops I meant remedy
  I got the chemistry, and the amenities
  Up in my bedroom, holding assembly
  They leave feelin' good; physically, mentally
  Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday
  Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday
  I can't do everyday, I could do very late
  Just hit me up and now go check my resume
  Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith
  I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates
  She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin
  But I forget everything
  Thanks to the medicine, thanks to the purple stuff
  I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up
  If I had a heart it'd be a purple one
  Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up
  Shots of Bumbu, I'm finna serve 'em up
  I got them comfy and kind and courteous
  I put the old bodies in the new freezer
  Brrrr, I never heard of her, six shit