Lyrics:
challenge got worse
Where I got singed by the prick of a stranger's dismay
He shoved me to dirt and lied his feet on grounds
And forced me to submit my ever
I Jokardi, here are my lyrics, leave the Franks and all my fakes
I be trippin' in this fashion, look at any type of way
Got no mask around my face,
Picture us rollin’
Being Frank by the ocean
I got that magic potion
Baby come get your promotion girl
I can get your nails done
I can get your hair
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
(Rachel Dennison/Randy Parton/ Frank Dycus)
I know there's times when you must wonder
If my love is true, and I'm satisfied
I wish I knew a way
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
und jetzt dein Ding
Godsilla, Frank, steh stramm du Nuttenkind
Ich feier deinen Vater weil der Bastard deine Mutter fickt
Ich bin arbeitslos, ich
Jet life jet life
Roll one up for the haters
I'm just counting my paper
Tony said Frank wouldn't last
Now Frank warmin' upstairs packin' bags
Performed by adam sandler, frank, and randi
Transcribed by a fan
"and now a cow at bat in the bottom of the 6th inning of a little league game
Switch locations bitch I'm leaving by tomorrow
Yea
I get big racks like what the fuck you think
Yea
I'm the main catch big shark up in the tank
Yea
Just
What do I do
Where are we at
Bitch imma slide bitch I'm just fly
Stay by my side don't ever go
Nevermind go
Can't make my mind
What do i do
That's
You motherfuckers looking up
Quit with your bitching
I'm flipping the switch I'm a motherfucking veteran
Trouble I been making Ima cop Ben Frank's
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
get it
Whatever that means
Whatever im missing
Just gimmie some grace
And lil forgivness
To be more frank
Im just tired of this
Spoke so much
You got
like a golden child
You move so wild
You're looking like a golden child
Only getting by mildly high
Franks sitting down he punched too many billies
look
you my dog you by my side jus like blues clues
Change the people around you thts what them blues do
He put 3 to the head like melo
No face no case
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full
Dead franks Up in my pocket
Got my hot dog
Light the dopey
Like it's Christmas
It might make the snowfall
We gone tote the dicks away
Don't drag
a rapper
Quit the lies
Authentic as ..
Your just a capper
I know who you are
Your not a trapper
I been by your Grandmas
Alexander
I know where you stay
Money
Pack gone by the morning
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