Lyrics:
Frank White B-O-S-S, fick dein'n Track
Pitbull, Red Bull, Style wie auf H
Neun Millimeter, BMW, Mega-Rage
I Luv Money Rec-O-R-D-S-O-Doppel-N-Y
Langer
test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead
[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs
Big H, you niggas lil
Frank Stylez, that's a Glizzy in your mouth, bitch
Glizzy in your mouth, I call that Frank Stylez, bitch
Frank Stylez, Glizzy in
hele min gjeng king size kuk king size seng
Kan issue telle litt en gang
Jæla god på å veie gram
Høyt oppe fuglesang
Frank Lucas kutter en mellommann
Featuring Frank McComb
Written by: Mark Simmons, Gregg D. Moore, Zachary Glenn & Bobby Ray Sparks II
SIM SOUNDS 72 (BMI), GREG D. MOORE (BMI),
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
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
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
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
Yeah, two-thousand-two
I don't hear you no more
The K-double-O-L, the K-E-I-T-H
Check it out
I trust talent, whattup Flex, JoJo and K-Ci put me
Water slaps
Bro
H-Two-O
Ice cold
Hit you in the throat
Like woah
Yo
Ready here we go
Straight from a glacier
Shout to Mother Nature
Heading back from
tu manja bandookhdi monde pe raakhda
Haryaane ka malook mai ban h gaadi mai jhaakna
Mai pyar se baat karra ho mat frank
Jebkatron ka ilaka teri phli
lock and key, that's your real estate
Remember the days a Beres Hammond a say
So mi queen lemme bless yuh seas before I sail, yeah
(Rock the boat)
green!
Sinatra I got ya, Tosh the rasta
Come at ya like Frank Zappa the monster, said
This is me, what you see is what you get
This is the rookie giving
and take notes bruh
Since 13 I been killing these beats
On the east in the H everybody know me
Frank Dogg Frank Nitty you can call me Frankie
Frankly kiss my
Hip H.O.P.
Better call up the vet because this horse sounding hoarse
Must've been too many dabs and bong rips on the porch
And I'm looking for a reason
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
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
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
blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Ain't f****n' with ya less ya solid
(Hell naw) Stand alone b***h
Like a column, Tall and i'm slim
My money thick, hold up h**
Watch out now baby
nut, she floatin
All blues, not Chuck E. Cheese tokens
Fuckin' up these hunnids, Ben Frank need the lawyer
Treat me like a game, you gon' run out
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
co cierpią przez mój sukces stali się mym wrogiem
2 4 h i liczba rośnie ciągle 2 4 h moje życie to ich problem
Ode mnie 2 4 h świeci kurwa w mordę w
these h--,
I just trust my bro's
Trust my woman
Trust been frank gonna keep it 100
Life is a b---h and I keep it plutoni
Waves on my head spinning just
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
I knew life was a myth when I peeped how my mans lived
At times I can't managed my spirit feel damaged
Sick through
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