RIDICULOUS
Frank Lucra
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I might cook up make a hit F*ck around and never drop I'm outside, starving still Shit I'm ready for the fall And I'm tired of the city So I'm climbing to the top Feel like fucking Sly Cooper I'll steal your song, you getting robbed No I'm serious, get the bucket and I mop You ridiculous, like a spell I got a wand Bout to chop my head off I'm just tired of the blonde Bout to come and clean em' up Suit and tie like James Bond Frankie fucked around and found a flow, he taking off Foolish fucking with me, I make them hits like Barry Bond Bitch I flourish on these beats flying high like Travis Scott I can't folly with these flagrants they just moments flashing by Frankie L baby And the L is for lobotomies Cause I get that dumb brain When I call her to come top on me Feelin like I'm Smino The tequila steady mocking me And this bitch is just a bird The way she want to flock to me Hollup I ain't finished This is just a scrimmage Draft day Frankie But I feel like Scottie Pippen Need the key to the city Need to cut me up a ribbon Yeah I'm steady in the kitchen Doing drills and getting chicken Kentucky fried baby I'm in Texas in the civic All these other rappers f*ck around and go and get a gimmick Or they shit talking they fans, like f*ck it y'all don't get it I just been acting myself I ain't faking for a image I might cook up make a hit F*ck around and never drop I'm outside, starving still Shit I'm ready for the fall And I'm tired of the city So I'm climbing to the top Feel like fucking Sly Cooper I'll steal your song, you getting robbed No I'm serious, get the bucket and I mop You ridiculous, like a spell I got a wand Bout to chop my head off I'm just tired of the blonde Bout to come and clean em' up Suit and tie like James Bond Thought that was the end of the song, I'm going strong I'm in love with this bitch voice, need to see it in a thong I bust open a bottle, she'll have me bustin all night long Two fingers all I need to soak the sheets and that's on god F*ck is buddy spitting, talking guns and how he spin shit I don't really care about a diss, this shit is dismissed We can box it out like its motherfuckin christmas Or I'm a walk it out DJ Unk your ass trippin' I might never give a f*ck, lately that's just how I'm feeling People picking sides, and talking large, I just mind my business I got hella new goals, I red dot them, on a mission I'm a father to you bitch boys, don't try and go forget it I might cook up make a hit F*ck around and never drop I'm outside, starving still Shit I'm ready for the fall And I'm tired of the city So I'm climbing to the top Feel like fucking Sly Cooper I'll steal your song, you getting robbed
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