Lyrics:
All movin' in one direction like Liam Payne
11 milly dollars in a year without bein' strange
These dudes got a pond, I gotta ocean, I'm bein' Frank
(Ughh)
But I flipped it on em
Like I won the olympics and then threw the fist up on em
For us by us, we don’t give endorsements
I’m the boss, my cut is
connection,
I can hardly hear you
But look, buddy,
Can you please get that stuff up to my room in a hurry?
I'm so hungry
We shall send it up by the southern
This is a song
About french fries
By the one and only, Conner Streit
Walking into the pit room at lunch
Looking for something right now to munch
But
face
All I see is commas
And all I see is franks
If you ain’t about no dollas
Get the fuck up out my face
(HAA!)
I said I’m in to win wit’ them
well, it's very lifting
And I'm really Dreaming that one day I get found
Cause I'm really feeling like I'm lost right now
Dreaming one day Ben Frank
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say
You giving me beef, I'm keeping it frank
I only want Lamb, I'm good off the steak
I'm keeping it meek so I can get paid
I'm showing them peace, I do
up
Yeah, I'm laughin' to the bank
All new blue baby Franks
Pulled up on 'em in the tank, yeah
That guy just a rap guy
I'm so mad fly and he
and love's my game,
I just turned eighteen yesterday.
I'm blond, I'm tall, I'm full of fun,
Give me a call and I'll show you some.
Frank met Jane now,
doing donuts in a d*mn Camaro down there
By by Larkin and shit, n**** just spinning round in the road gone crazy
I'm tellin ya, n**** must be got into
never sleep
Think my albums best the hundredth time
Optimistic when I'm in this state
Delete button thick when coming down
I should water proof my pillow
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
[Mos Def talking]
See, now why'all cats think I'm playing haha
(???) can't see yo, see yo, see you too
It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you
I'm just street meat on the pavement
Fat man serve a frank on a bun
Go close the gate my son
Pool party in the summer heat
Your little dog is street
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
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?
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do?)
I'm proud of myself, you know I'm saying?
(Watcha gon' do when they come for you?)
Ain't nothing wrong with
told 'em I'm really in the vibe
(In the vibe) if you devour me
It's a hell of a night keepin' me company
Fifty G's by my side if you devour me
It's
is saying, "Russ, what the fuck?"
Well, oh gee dad, what did you expect?
Dropped outta school to make beats
Gionna needs this, Frank needs that,
like cita
margaritas by the liter, aye yah
Then I hit a tippy tah on the runny tah when I'm running by nigga sada-tay
Up and down like seesaw
I can't
this
But if and whenever they come I'm running this merry fist miss
I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
It's just
Serena in the US Open
She made a racket, yeah, I'm causin' that commotion
Fuck a blonde bitch so I call her Frank Ocean
Yeah, she want me make her wetter
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
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