Lyrics:
There's no fuss
Cause you're toxic fumes in my lungs
I'm on my way shooting to the top
I am frank and I won't stop
Push it, pushing
I can do it, do it
I
comin', yeah
The bitches know how I'm comin'
(Why they call you Tony?)
'Cause I pop shit by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah
Money got
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
rain (vroom!).
Work 36-hunnid seconds; by tha hour.
"Say, what turn you up, LuckyDog?" That flower!
[Repeat Hook]
[Outro: Killa McClain & Frank
Big Bank
Only Ben Franks
Cause Quite Frank
Niggas ain't fuckin
Wit me
For time
Being
40 on
My hip
Like
We Siamese
Anywhere
That I be
Money tall
Like
like Wimbledon
While niggas screaming, "Killa," I'm overseas in my villa
With my masseuse, nothing illa
Frank switched the plan, cop the Lexus Land
like Wimbledon
While niggas screaming, "Killa," I'm overseas in my villa
With my masseuse, nothing illa
Frank switched the plan, cop the Lexus Land
often quoted
Now the messages are coming already decoded
To be frank with you I'm not joining you in this context
When you talk to me the sugar coating
often quoted
Now the messages are coming already decoded
To be frank with you I'm not joining you in this context
When you talk to me the sugar coating
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Reamed
Howard kaylan:
'cause I'm such a lonely.. I'm such a lonely..
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a lonely guy.
Oh, and I know tonight, I am
what yo bitch think
We get boxes by the bale, in the hood got Big Rank
In the kitchen like I'm whipping, residue all on the sink
My lil niggas a leave
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
because I thoroughly enjoy Frank Ocean(O-Shan)
Made him cry like he listened to White Ferrari by Frank Ocean
Call me Bayonetta because I love the song Moon
early one morning, yawning!
Called my man Nate
What's up? Let's get it on
You gon' drive to my crib or
I'm a drive to yours?
Take the crew out of state
pic I’m begging please”
Enough of that just be unique, freak
Joey Diaz unashamed
Live my life until my story hit that glory come acclaimed
Frank
at my different view
And crying you sick and you miserable
Watch me float like kite when I’m in the air
Shooting star flying by when I say my prayers
When
Seeking cain and glory by any hellish mean deeds
Screw the soft talk I'm cut throat this lung surgery
Most certainly I speak death with no courtesy
Kind
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
I'm sitting right here chilling next to my regime
Shorty tight rear quite rare to some she deemed queen
We tend to speak
[Intro: Frank Calhoune & Kmac]
Ooh; I feel like Diggy-Diggy-Down--Diggy-Diggy-Down Bad.
You know what it iggy-iggy-iz!
Got my boy, Kiggy-Kiggy-Kmac
The sound that you're listenin' to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille
Lucille took me from the plantation
Or you
The sound that you're listening to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me from the plantation
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