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Yo this that Disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna
I could get it how I wanna if I wanna I don’t wanna
Facebook scrolling through some

Look a lil' bit like a swimming pool
Gucci my fit, money ain't shit
These Benjamin Frank's be identical
Smokin' on gas, chemicals
I trap and I rap,

gonna rise like a Phoenix 
I been inspired by all of da shit dat I been through it made me a genius 
Facts
Come take a look at my credence 
I got my

gassed up like I got another tank
Smokin one n rollin one I’m feelin like bank
An the only white man that I love is Ben frank
And I ain’t worried bout

case
Just in case Mama Bear decides she's stoppin by
I should pack it up and move to the Windy City
Cause I heard those Cubs are doin fine
Can't roll

[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

Sick dark on light beats, my mixtape is mixed rape
Pain trace to slave days, whips made skin shaved
Spirit chafed feel

Vida na cidade (Allegro ma non tanto) (Frank Jorge)

Johann Sebastian Bach
Século XVII, nasceu
Nasceu
O que posso fazer se o seu coração
Não é meu

[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

You see I sat in room as the main ""Top Billa""
While thoughts flooded my mind you gotta cop scrilla
Now for 20 odd years, I

it
Benji the frank, can I be frank?
Cuz that Benjamin my favorite president
Married the game I said I do
My money taller than 5’2
I turn yo main to my

wearing your ring i did some things that you would be scared of
But i still love you im still thinkin of you
Theres not a day goes by that im not here still

Frank
I don’t want to sound too frank
But I got a lotta money in my bank
I don’t spend it all
I don’t wanna fall
Back down after having It all
I stand

Mesa
Her baby green eyes, with the dark hair
And when she walks by all the boys stare
Oh baby in the orange dress with sunlight in the open fresh air

still get frank
And if frank scantlis
Wait and see what bold think
We act off instinct nuttin more
Same goes for my dick with a dusty hor
I represent gore

stab you up like chuckey no fuckry
I keep amo by the box you get shot like a fox
Dick head twelve gauge leave holes like pocadots 
Yeah you wanna know

Intro

(Frank er på kjøkkenet og koker)

Vers

Fortsatt oppe sene netter
Spytter til jeg svetter
Ruller opp i stu, jeg ruller opp 
og trekker til jeg

on my sword yoshimitsu
A nigga drive proper and that’s just what ima tend to
Sambo got the runtz he smoke that shit by the zone
Gargoyle kush he light it

Rush, rush, rush, rush

[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
What gets your adrenaline pumping? Overtaking
Mental thought process move quickly to attain

dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your

oh canada
now you're only lines creeping across a big map
winter snow has covered damian
i'm pretty sure he's gone

and frank said before he left
he

have just done it Frank Sinatra's way

I'm sitting pretty in my Felix snobby dah
Christmas boxers in July
I think I just got pricked by a cactus
Saluting

lane
Skrrrrrt Skrrrrrt, I'm pulling away
I started making a wave now you wanna ride on the wave
I'm a tsunami cause by a hurricane and you barely making

Im beaming like a chime
Serenaded by your sight
Feeling emotions of delight
Double tap that mo'fucker till some dopamines ignite
I'm getting so high

generation want
Is all these irrelevant hoes
Told my a one bitch
Rack up like this
I got played by my
Own fucking sis
Got so fucking mad
I start recking shit

bumpin' some Frank Ocean
Like, "Hi, miss I don't even mean to creep on you
I was hoping you could be mine," and she's like:
"Um, I have a boyfriend, he