sean price - frankenberry lyrics
[verse 1: sean price]
one for the money, two for the dough
three for the paper, that’s all that i know
broke with a job, a crook with the cash
you be hoping to god i don’t put my foot in your -ss
got my foot on the gas, and i’m running the red
put this pack in your -ss, i just gun you dreads
never go on the block, like i used to do
why go on the block, i call up my n-gg-s, boo
mister boom bap rap whatever
the black leather match the black nike venoms
so nice that my wife be in em
body the great grape ape
probably break one eighth of your face off
break north
fake and soft, pa and i hate all of you
punch you in the face now you able to taste barbecue
hard to do this, i’m doing me
you can do what you do, just don’t do it in front of p
personally, it’s nothing personal
you send a verse for me, i’ll send a he-rs- to you
clearly it’s that, the realer you act
i’m actually one of the rappers that really can rap
[verse 2: buckshot]
one for the money, two for the dough
three for the paper, that’s all that i know
you call that a show, it’s more of a circus
you tryna hear buck flow, still calling ’em nervous
you fall for the service, you fall on your face
judging sh-t backwards, stop calling this case
now i’m all in your sp-ce, cause i’m outta this world
and if i show what’s on my plate, say goodbye to your
girl
she really a bird, cause you’re giving her seeds
then leave, now she expect the same sh-t from me
please, use your knees for a stand
you got a big mouth, now who deeming my little man
d-mn, it’s a new pedestal that i sit on
son, i’m a sh-t on better stools
the tools that i use, two hammers
one for the nail in your coffin, the next for your life
after
[verse 3: sean price]
personally, it’s nothing personal
you send a verse to me, i’ll send a he-rs- to you
clearly it’s that, the realer you act
i’m actually one of them rappers that really can rap
i’m actually one of them clappers that actually
strapped
i’m actually running with africans, trafficking smack
i’m actually smacking the nap off your faculty jack
exploiting the black, n-gg- nap cadillac rap
fake f-ck, i will f-ck up your face
f-ck face fingers, f-ck trigger n-gg- the ape
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