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Have a fucking fight
Ain't no way in this world imma get a stain
Ain't enough weed in this world that'll kill my pain
Imma hit up Frank Ocean for
one
Gotta pass so go long
Cut some dreads and go blond
Ballin like frank ocean
I should drop some more songs
I'm runnin through the 6 w my woes
I aint
ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom tops cuttys on 4
in my villa
Wit my masseuse struttin illa
frank switch the plan. Cock the Lexus Lan
See cutta, Rockafella 4 hundreds and betta
Little Ceas push threes
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
keeping me from nodding off
He used to be filet mignon
But his skills have been gone
Half his album was empty songs
Riding the coattails of Frank Ocean
a pawn
I just spent 4 months learning automotons
I shed tears on my ex to Higgs by Frank Ocean
I spent many months on cold floors hoping
Listening
on the scale
To sing my song of love each day
Seven days a week I need you in my life (need you in my life)
Seven oceans blue I'd sail to be right by your side
All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is
flow water like ocean
Shit is so dirty, it came out the Hudson
Lemme stop going, before they start gushing
Another four lines should go shut you up
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
Mobtana
What hood
(Kill dat shit D~Boy
Step back I got it)
I'm in the Penthouse suite with an ocean view
I'm in the Penthouse suite with an ocean view
I'm
up the ignorance, bliss
It could've been so easy Zach, why didn't you just say something?
Because I have to write a song about it
In four years I guess
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
black mase
Back then ?? women
Now they all up in my thang
I fall up in the club
Twenty fours a nub
Yeah my belly big but girls still rub
They tryin
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
4's
Nice Coutures
My women going both ways
And they
Touch me, they be getting physical
I smoked a half an ounce today
I don't know how
I'm getting
Im out the ocean and I maybe hollow
At Any given time
I maybe followed
Im out the ocean and I maybe hollow
At Any given time
I maybe followed
Im out
I'm on the right page but what's my format
I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that?
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your
Back fuckin' four or five women
If I really did you wrong
Then tell me why the fuck I'm in my feelings?
Singin' in my motherfuckin' songs
Starin'
with me, you go blind"
She losin' her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin' my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can't even open
bud brownie.
Ill be frank,
Go taste on your ocean
Suck on your pink matter.
Lickin the clit, forcing orgasms
I gotta stare at her while eating that
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