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frank151 - thirstin howl iii freestyle ( lyrics

frank151 ft. thirstin howl iii – “thirstin howl iii freestyle (frank151: that grown man)”
[instrumental 1 produced by salaam remi (original instrumental from nas – “made you look”)]
[instrumental 2 produced by the beatnuts (original instrumental from the beatnuts ft. large professor’s “originate”)]

[intro: thirstin howl iii]
(let’s go). yeah, word to mother. i was just at pf cuttin lab. we was smoking some l’s, drinking the yadda yadda sh-t, getting nice for frank151, n-gga

[hook: thirstin howl iii] (x2)
they boosting! you scared to look
you afraid of my gauge and my right hook
sn-tch your big chains—money, get them shines up
bury gangsters blaze a hood rat

[verse 1: thirstin howl iii]
club nation, polo country, pro-ho
juggling. tell popo nothing
fair weather. glock drop. don’t dare get up
speak lo street code. blood leaks slow
mi hijo, watch what? reach for
long barrel—holsters deepthroat
famous chain-sn-tcher, play the game backwards
stand up handcuffed—same matter
crime saga, rap sheet. spoken word
gat speaks any language
take your last pennies and the benny franklins
f-ck it! leaving any empty banks slips

[hook: thirstin howl iii] (x2)
they boosting! you scared to look
you afraid of my gauge and my right hook
sn-tch your big chains—money, get them shines up
bury gangsters blaze a hood rat

[verse 2: thirstin howl iii]
pull it? better use it. i’ll body every bullet
“thou shall not bullsh-t” a blueprint
full clip? who’s scared? won’t
waste warning shots in the air. shoot the fair
thirsty thirsty from the ‘ville
where big-t-ttied b-tches brung me milk
a quart of olde gold and a blunt i sk!lled
hungry, blood-money stains up most my bills

[interlude 1: pf cuttin]
switch-up (i originate)

[verse 3: thirstin howl iii]
your heart pump kool-aid with too much sugar
life’s a b-tch, but a n-gga still in love with her
¿qué pasó? unless my soul de gato
gun bruja, bruja. get that dough. pecado
my roof from france. any language slang proper
keep a low-budget b-tch, pink-timbed train hopper
type thief: nikes. this n-gga pay nada
rikers island cigarette safe-locker, play doctor
street credit, blood bank. cheap chef and love shanks
so g’s know me, hold st–z above rank
calle ocho, sancocho, gran combo, hans solo
cubano, chavo, claro, clavo, charro mad malo
(y’all know). big-b-ss bocina
ice grills stone-hard, brick-faced boricua
fat joe in control of the puerto rican flag
i’ll help you hold it up. i need that job bad

- frank151 lyrics

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