frankslastday - glide lyrics
[intro: frankslastday]
(you never showed up)
oh+oh, oh+oh
oh+oh, oh+oh
oh+oh, oh+oh (oh+oh, oh)
[verse 1: frankslastday]
my brother ready to slide with no [?]
glide with no [?]
i get fly’ than a b+tch
tryna get high’ than a b+tch
he’ll slide down yo’ block
[?] shootin’ out the whip
we [?] ride down yo’ block
shout out zay, he keep that stick
shoot out frank, we in that sh+t
why yo’ b+tch always on d+ck?
said she always on my page
she be stalkin’ me and sh+t
how you say that i’m not sh+t
you tryna be me, you know that i’m him
man i’m [?]
i got my ho [?]
my pockets on bbl
i swear they be up in the gym
and yo’ pockets me on minimum
yeah, they look so slim
[verse 2: armani]
[?]
b+tch, baby had just give me a kiss
p+ss, my brother been sippin’ on tris’
it’s hurtin’ his motherf+ckin’ kidney
[?]
huh, how you gon’ smoke that sh+t?
huh, how you gon’ smoke that sh+t?
when you know that that sh+t ain’t really not sh+t and you know that sh+t ain’t really [?]
b+tch i’m really inside today
all this [?]
how the f+ck you ain’t even work? you still got fired today
b+tch might get so high she might just die, she wanna go find her brain
and what the f+ck i look like sittin’ around to play
i ain’t gonna play no games, i need my money right now, need this sh+t right+right+right
i ain’t gon’ play ’bout money ’cause that sh+t really might just go take yo’ life
not gon’ talk ’bout racks ’cause all that sh+t ain’t hit, i’ma up that [?]
i ain’t got time to be playin’ with that b+tch, i told that girl [?], yeah
bro just poured that line, i’m still smokin’ on dope
b+tch so bad she can wear my coat, yeah
i’m tryna wear her throat out
she wanna go to tokyo though
i told that b+tch i gotta take my own [?]
slidin’ in that super track
got slimed in that super track
got [?] like once a month
i can put all of my chips in
she suck d+ck [?]
i’m f+ckin’ her and her bestfriend
feel like frank, she need that lesson
she tryna kick sh+t just like messi
[verse 3: izaya tiji]
yuh, yuh
i’m in a zoo, snakes all around
slidin’ an sh+t but holdin’ they [?]
she got that big booty pokin’ right out of the denim
serving h+ll, n+gga i am a sinner
she get me p+ssed, i don’t drop no sugar
servin’ the crackheads chillin’ with booga
we in the back house, i got the ruger
her sh+t gettin’ fat now, i’m finna hook her
whenever i see my bank account i look up
can’t chill with these lil’ broke b+tches, can’t do hookups
.50 cal glock, you know that motherf+cka’ just smoke up
he want smoke? he thought i was smokin’ on hookah
smack the f+ck outta of one of these losers
n+gga i’m so crooked
wasn’t watchin’ the glock so i just took it
i might turn yo’ lil’ b+tch to my side hoochie
i’m on a rollercoaster, zay goin’ wild, ooh
i’m on a tesla addy
could’a seen b+tches just movin’ savy
young n+gga i got that bag
these f+ck n+ggas, yeah, they so mad
these f+ck n+ggas, yeah, they so sad, uh
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