Lyrics:
Franklin
Lookin' like I'm famous, Rollie all stainless
Uncle Larry Juice by the cases
She knew it was me from the pricey-ass fragrance
Real 90's baby, I
and we said no man geez, for goodness sake, this is a cabin, the store's down there by the lake
The Lake, lake the lake the lake the lake the lake,
whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track
and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise
on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm
please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you working on a plan to heaven
Follow the lord all twenty-four-seven days, God
the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass is an electrician
Like a scientist
When I'm applying this
Method
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart of the cold,
think it oughta be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life,
Well, I've had just enough time
If I die young bury me in
Aye yo Rest In Peace baby boy
My heart full of joy
When you left, it destroyed
All the stars to the void
My soul can't rejoice cause
I'm missing your
A sweet first kiss down by the lake, sittin watching the sunset
But then you tried to steal third base, I said baby not yet
You told me it was love
jekaloo
Name price he baby joor jekin gboor
Big papa wan tun man pemi ni alaga
Odemagba big raba
Toba joooo fun baba
Aunty laide kini update joor jekin
down
Ima put it
Mixdrx in your mouth bitch swallow
If you wanna man for the night just follow
Baby taking shots in the back no warning
Ima put it down
blow up in the sky
Fuck all these hoes, you know I love a thot
Hit her one time then you know that I kick her out
Lift up these doors, man, you know
different
Now I'm out of state, I'm out of shape
Freed up chilling, grilling by the lake
On the line with Juice's major cake
Flatbush niggas on the paper
stare lil' bitch, ooh (diamonds all for the what?)
Ooh, drinkin' lean like it's beer, huh (beer)
Pullin' bitches by they hair, ooh
Ridin' 'round in
Yeah, yeah
Church
Man, I know I'm getting stupid hella views,
Closet got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking like the set that walked
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
Nothin' like the rest of these faggots
The bullshit on the radio, heard by masses
I'm MJ with a team full of Kerrs and Paxsons
Squad of shooters, with
stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' for more
It's that brown man from long islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I get away with yours
waitin' let's get to it (let's get to it)
All in her, baby late night I abuse it
When I dive in, it's like divin' in the pulpit
If her boyfriend find out
for years, baby it's real
Lot of wear and tear on me, from all the homies we buried
When you take field trips, you better know where to kill
Yeah,
to the yard, ayy, ayy
Rich nigga but I'm pullin' niggas' cards, ayy, ayy
I got Spotify money on my books, ayy, ayy
I'm a Baby Loc Crip, I'm a crook, ayy, ayy
Your mama gotta cry, she yelling, "Baby, why?"
Your boy was 'sposed to ride, then he change his mind
Now he on the other side
Sucka nigga, I don't
house nigga.
Section real nigga, and you got handouts, baby mama, and your grand dad shit nigga, nigga.
Nigga hustle for that shit bitch. I don't ask
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