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fran¢ – we claim that lyrics

[intro: fran¢]
yup, yup
frankie baby baby baby baby, ain’t no maybe
oh my god, it’s che merk! (run it, run the town, run the town town)

[chorus: fran¢]
run it, run the town, run the town town
see, they don’t make no hits with us
nah ’cause we know they can’t spit with us
nah see it’s gettin so ridiculous
you do the most and we’re thinkin’ it’s a little much
so step back, step back way back, way back
this beat, this beat, ate that ate that
she got yams, she got yams, a$ap, a$ap
the city, the city we claim that we claim that
we claim that, we claim that
we state facts, we claim that
we claim that, we claim that
the state cap, we claim that (aye legg)
we claim that, we claim that
it’s che merk, that made that (3oh)
we claim that, we claim that
we claim that, we claim that

[verse 1: 3oh black]
i’m on the road with frankie baby
in the field like i’m a safety (sean taylor)
i’m bout what i rap about
these rappers they could never play me
this my city, f-ck trump (this my sh-t)
run this sh-t like forrest gump (i run this sh-t)
i just want f-ll-tio
3oh black not trynna hump (blow 3oh)
pack me a carry-on, hop on the plane (pack up a bag)
hop off the plane, and i hop in the booth (hop off the plane)
hop on the phone with yo b-tch, (h-llo?)
she don’t pull up empty handed n-gga, she bringing me food (yeah)
i’m in orlando with gang, we 20 deep (gang)
whip up the work, you know i got the recipe (whippin’ the work)
how shorty done with me? she in the bed with me (how?)
dropping this crank, n-ggas can’t get ahead of me (aye legg)
this facts, that’s fiction
you shootin’, you missin’
i’m shootin’, im hittin’
no women, no children
i’m accurate, emaculate
aye legg, i’m packin’ it
i foul, i’m hackin’ it
blow cheese, i’m stackin’ it (blow)
i run this sh-t like i’m rocking some cleats (i run this sh-t)
f-ck with malik, yeah i’m rocking’ the eat
dr. dre you know i’m k!llin’ the beat
a capella, i don’t need me a beat
i run this sh-t like i’m rocking some cleats
f-ck with malik, yeah i’m rocking’ the eat
dr. dre you know i’m k!llin’ the beat
a capella, i don’t need me a beat (3oh)

[chorus: fran¢]
see, they don’t make no hits with us
nah ’cause we know they can’t spit with us
nah see it’s gettin so ridiculous
you do the most and we’re thinkin’ it’s a little much
so step back, step back way back, way back
this beat, this beat, ate that ate that
she got yams, she got yams, a$ap, a$ap
the city, the city we claim that we claim that
we claim that, we claim that
we state facts, we claim that
we claim that, we claim that
the state cap, we claim that
we claim that, we claim that
it’s che merk, that made that
we claim that, we claim that
we claim that, we claim that

[verse 2: fran¢]
frankie baby you can find me at the tippy top
never trust a city cop, don’t spill sh-t like sippy cups
in milwaukee gettin bucks, in miami with the heat
way i sell tix out in boston, kyrie’s on my feet
lil boy you can’t walk with me, i was born in walter reed
northeast baby, ch-lly mc
i be going nasty, like i’m rico on a beat
we got youngins harder than you n-ggas out in dc (facts)
i be on tv, pgc, kys (facts)
we do more and saying less
cashing checks, too blessed to stress
i would say i was the best, but that just goes without sayin’
flying in a gold coupe, going ape super saiyan
independent i ain’t playin’
all these labels wanna f-ck me but “ima boy damon!”
all you little n-ggas gettin bold
meet us on u st
we turn beef to chili bowls

- fran¢ lyrics

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