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robert frank - toxic masculinity lyrics

yo, yo, is that robert frank?
hold up, hold up, nah is that, is that the guy from instagram?
yo, that’s the motherf-cker yellin in the car and sh-t
nah that can’t be him, nah, nah, is that him
nah sh-t sound too good, for real, for real, nah
ya’ll been waiting for this? well the wait is over
let’s go
hahahaha
my masculinity is toxic, some say obnoxious
arrogance is perfect like fake t-ts on a hot chick
dressed in all black like i’m gothic
about to f-ck a goth chick
tatted up, workin at hot topic
stop it, let me get on topic
f-ck all this black and white my sh-t is fiberoptic
alpha as f-ck is how my parents raised me
switchblades and jd in my crib as a baby
lately been told to tone it down come and make me
pokemon made me, dwayne johnson played me
success never changed me
still say b-tch and hoe as a synonym for lady
i love you hoes
in the dumbell rack banging weights cl!ck clack
shorty in the back workin on her six pack
yoga mat, doggy style, lookin like a whole snack
took a pic with the chick, had my pinky on her -ss crack
hahahahaha

yo, that’s really him, that’s that’s him, that’s really him
holy sh-t yo that is f-ckin robert frank bro
yo i been waiting for this for my whole life
yo let’s go up and get a pic

with my bro’s talkin cr-p
peds in my backpack
curlin in the squat rack (curlinnnn)
glutes on the nordic trac
stick to ragin robert frank
stop rappin you ain’t black
singles dropped have your girl dropped like a quarterback
hit it from the back
bent over hunchback
bout to blow
time to go
she’s in my past like a flashback
lose my number b-tch, you’ll never get a callback
i see a green text, i’d rather fondle my own n-ts-ck
her mans talkin smack
chop him down lumber jack
break his back luger style, put him in a torture rack
you want to go to war like infinity, i’m the man to see
my crew goes on forever like a gamers virginity
don’t need a maybach or a bentley
my beamer backseats seen more b-tter pecans than a friendly’s
(boriqua baby)
metaphors are deadly, don’t even f-ckin tempt me
to use my rage voice like a werewolf from the 70’s
making gains, running trains, and leaving stains
mr. f-ckin chest day
swole is the goal, size is the prize, it’s gainz o’clock motherf-cker

- robert frank lyrics

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