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frankie krupnik - juicy lyrics

[verse 1: frankie krupnik]
n0body knows my capabilities i’m flowing like [?]
and every time i grab the f-cking mic these b-tches feeling me
the sh-t that comes natural it’s factual the fact is
i’m sh-tting on these beats cause i’m an -ssh0l-, fidel castro
smoke big blunts and call them fatzo’s, an 80s baby back when p-ssies still had an afro
i got sick of hearing sh-tty f-cking music so i made some
now can’t stop f-cking rapping till i’m paid son
i’m so nasty when i rhyme, i sit back and smoke a dime
with that bubblegum kush sh-t that elevates the mind
intoxicated feeling fine, b-tches faded from the wine
i shatter motherf-cking spines when i hit it from behind
don’t take it personal, the flow’s a f-cking terminal
the d-ck goes vertical and them t-tties got that surgical enhancement
no i don’t really dance i rather smash on the low
sip liquor smoke dro [?] of the good green

[hook: j. charles] (x2)
i ain’t a rider and a father and a bully but i beat it up when i get up in that p-ssy
i f-ck you fast f-ck you slow f-ck you know baby i’m the one that’s gonna make it nice and juicy

[verse 2: frankie krupnik]
yo, don’t get it twisted, the biscuit’s never limp
my sh-t be swelling like a blimp she ate banana like a chimp
but now it’s time you took a hint i’m on an alcoholic stint
and it’s going on the fourth day hump too f-cking drunk for foreplay
[?] skin i’ll penetrate them with my cleaver ask why
to see the wife beater and some socks i got lost in the beef
a swisher tastes so sweet, drop the boxes make it brief, b-tch
vicky had a secret she likes to eat d-ck, i’m speechless
she suck it like she’s t–thless, i meant toothless
besides that she’s pretty useless
i’m only playing really only misbehaving
when the liquor’s weighing down my brain, no control of what i’m saying
they call me frankie use a t-tty like a hanky
rolling up a sticky stanky, green sh-t you should have seen it
she was an expert with the p-n-s, brought her a game
i cellophane the d-ck and pop my top off like some champagne

[hook]

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