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apollo brown & ras kass - francine lyrics

[produced by apollo brown]

[intro]
yo apollo, what’s up my n-gga? this razzy. you remember that chick, francine? yeah, yeah, man, yo the craziest sh-t just happened this weekend, my n-gga, check this out

[verse 1]
remember francine? posed for hustler magazine and maxim
few b movie roles, persuin’ a career actin’
c0kehead, her brother juan known to clap sh-t
wet so many n-ggas, nickname john the baptist
grimy fool, his whole get down is jackin’
did 5 years, got out last june, went right back in
p, she hit my dm yappin’
meet her in ac, no need to pack
when i’m poppin’ tags soon as i land
said she just hit a lick for like 50 grand, got d-mn
tongue me down, hopped in the p-ssenger seat
silver bentley continental gt
always kept racks but now she stuntin’ 101
this the girl alegra with, they wanna menage for fun
met at a casting call, said they ain’t really g-y
just f-cked around when they were drunk, made out once in la
wifey’d up, hubby’s don’t know that they swing
so lose the ring and let’s do the d-mn thing
borgata hotel, stepped in the sands
about to cut these b-tches, edward scissorhands
straight to the suite, do not disturb sign
ordered ace of spades, her preferred wine
heard the shower stop, alegra stepped out
half naked, drippin’ wet, blunt in her mouth like
the asian meagan good, but straight hood
only f-ck with trapstars, call whites p-ck-rwoods
wanna know the details, call me the don
like mr. marcus, i should have had my d-ck bronzed

[interlude]
hey yo bro, i was just goin’ in, n-gga, i was on some p-rnhub.com sh-t, some money shot, monster c-ck, interracial female-female-male sh-t like

[hook]
(i love you, baby) i love you, too
(i love you, baby) i love y’all two
(you love me, baby?) yeah, i love you
let’s make it do what it do
(i love you, baby) i love you, too
(you love me, baby?) i love you, too
(i love you, baby) i love both of y’all
let’s make it do what it do

[verse 2]
we turnt up like p-rnstars, worldstar b-tch
francine licked ‘legra’s cl-t while she rode my d-ck
then switch, completely exhausted by 3:10
ordered room service, then we jumped off again
helped ’em pack, we drivin’ back to the city
peeped the picture in the wallet, n-gga grill like mike bibby
who that? legra asked, f-ckin’ me outro
jealous panamanian, she hollered spousal
so when he put hands on her, and he took ’em upstate
this slick b-tch knew the combination to his safe
cleaned him out, escaped with 1.8
planned to relocate and party with his weight
slipped francine 50 racks on gp
and francine brought this proposition to me
i suggest you get a hundred pounds of dro and don’t stop
head midwest, da raided all the smoke shops
at 300 a pound, that’s 300 thou
i’ll take 20%, the rest you biddies can split
should’ve never mixed business with pleasure
we never noticed the hoopty integra, tellin’ alegra
3 cars behind us
b-tches never considered that an old man would find us
seems dude’s parole whole got dropped
and he posted bail, had his folks ghost tail
so when she dropped us off and headed to bk
we didn’t find out what happened until the next day
homicide found a message written in blood
gruesome crime scene, cut out the b-tch tongue
discovered by little kids in project lobby
head decapitated, never located the body
now what the f-ck am i supposed to do?
and i just got a dm that said “i’m comin’ for you”
puta

[hook]

yo that sh-t crazy right, now this n-gga twitter stalkin’ me, ig stalkin’ a n-gga with fake -ss profiles, and this n-gga got his paper right, though. f-ck it, n-ggas ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, wait wait wait, hold on, other line ringin’. wow, this dude right here, i’ll holla back

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