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frankie linstrom - joe biden touched my wiener lyrics

[verse 1]
b+tch, keep it real on my wrist
came through with a stack
and i hit ’em with a brick
don’t know where i’m at
but i’m comin’ with a hit
b+tch i own the whole club
you ain’t even on the list
like yeah, hoe, i don’t give a f+ck
she a godd+mn b+tch, but i’m still tryna f+ck
made 2 mil, but i’m still not nuff
i’m a real big star but i’m happy in the cut
like what, yeah, give it to me straight
got a nice ass car, big money in the bank
put it on black i’ll never play it safe
and i walk with a stack even thought i got a safe
cause+

[interlude]
“i’m distressed to hear about the latest suicide bombers in israel”
“i call upon all nations to do everything thеy can to stop these terrorist k!llеrs”
“now, watch this drive”

[bridge]
we turning up on the downers
might throw hands with the godd+mn bouncer
and i ain’t need no welfare
give it to me straight, no godd+mn seltzer
we turning up on the downers
might throw hands with the godd+mn bouncer
and i ain’t need no welfare
give it to me straight, no godd+mn seltzer
we turning up on the downers
might throw hands with the godd+mn bouncer
and i ain’t need no welfare
give it to me straight, no godd+mn seltzer
[verse 2]
yeah, tell a hoe’s gone through
if the beat don’t stop
what the f+ck do we do? (i don’t know)
in the icu, the game’s on lock
when i walk up in the booth
comin’ for the loot
now i scoot with the ice
i don’t wanna speak when i teach on the mic
i just wanna freak at the peak of the night
b+tch i do it for the money, i don’t do it for the likes

[verse 3]
like sh+t son, comin’ for that hit and run
i don’t even talk to these hoes, i just get it done
on that bullsh+t, told them “pick a different one”
white women love me like
i’m motherf+cking brigham young (aw sh+t!)
on the coast up in italy
ski+masked up like a b+tch from the middle east
getting sick of these, packin’ a brick
hoes suckin’ mad d+ck, like the new york knicks
gettin’ mad lip, baby when i’m baggin’ a buck
i found jesus christ, got the d+mn man in the trunk
never catch me with a f+cking politician at lunch
you’re on the pavement, celebrating f+ckin’ hip hop month
i got the whole congregation leadin’ back at the till
hit my peak but ain’t the summit at the top of the hill
smokin’ cigarettes and cops, all the things that’ll k!ll
don’t ever put put me in a box, motherf+cker i’m ill
[outro]
like yeah
we turning up on the downers
might throw hands with the godd+mn bouncer
and i ain’t need no welfare
give it to me straight, no godd+mn seltzer
yeah

- frankie linstrom lyrics

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