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uglyfrank – 90 lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: ugly frank]
living splendid on the block, i’m in a bentley, bending knuckles
bumpin’ flockaveli to the perfect blend…
play the hand i’m dealt, i got no hand
an old banana on the chopper
hammer melt you before i vanish on the interstate
uppercut environment, the nina close and tucked..
color coordinated…
blister face the roley, i control the baller blockers, blue versace frame and purple rain, im dancin’ on them dinner plates
double cup the foam and twist the dro up counting buckets
got the heater right beneath me, load the piece and blow the function
i need a couple fiends that can increase my total budget
if it’s beef than it’s whatever b-tch it’s beed you know i love it
reconnect the dots it’s mr…. chillen solo
on a yacht i’m floatin’ mucho elegante flippin’
i told you phony n-ggas that i wrote the book on blowing up a spot
i had to really..
i told you p-ssy n-ggas don’t be juggin’ on my corner
i told you b-tch don’t ever sell your p-ssy on my corner
i don’t believe you… out here pushing at my spot
it’s the audacity of n-ggas, boy your dome is now a doughnut
narcoleptic symptoms st-tchin’ symbols in my skin and my attention keep the baddest b-tches bendin’ in my timbs, it’s cool wheather, little breeze up on my back
temporaries on them b-tter scotch the coogi turtle neck, i left the leather open
ride around pirelli’s smoking, ride around the set like it’s the 90’s
you find me somewhere with an open container, i’m faded, i’m focused, i’m hopeless
i’m open to danger, my brain is corroded, my soul is entrapped in a chamber
i came to elope with your b-tch, get the dome at the motel 6, ropin’ her hips and skeet all over her lips
i’m leanin’ in el camino’s, i’m weeded off of a zip, i’m speeding i know im speeding
illegal….
i said im snapped off a xany right now
2 pain k!llers, 16 blunts in 1 hour, dro too loud
too d-mn much
i smoke too d-mn much
i drink too d-mn much
i think too d-mn much
i caught, too many bodies this week
paranoia persona i can’t sleep
made a deal with my lawyer in 6 weeks, no contact
riding with myself, all me, ho fall back!
back to back matching with my man, he from pakistan
chainsaw… to k!ll your man, christmas wrap his hands
hands all bl–dy, put my stamp on the money
give a god d-mn, know and d-mn well ya’ll envy ugly
look
hol’ up
look
look
you can’t f-ck with me, barley even keep up with me
you can’t f-ck with me, barley even keep up with me
you can’t f-ck with me

[chorus]
i said it’s sandlot, point your man out, that’s the cl!ck
you don’t like us suck a d-ck, you ain’t ridin’ suck a d-ck
and my n-gga…
burning rubber in a bullet proof ferrari
i said it’s sandlot, punch your man out, that’s the cl!ck
you don’t like us suck a d-ck, you ain’t ridin’ suck a d-ck
and my n-gga…
burning rubber in a bullet proof ferrari

[verse 2: evergreenone]
i popped a pill at a pizza party with satan, i kicked in the games door
and i’m planning on f-cking staying, i ain’t playing b-tch
take me for really, i need a milli stat
i’m hoodied up smoking drugs in my fitted cap
b-tch slap most of these rappers that say they trap
but they ain’t trappin’ they just f-gets they ain’t bangin’ thats a fact
rollin’ and mobbing puking in taxi cabs, battled depression
i lose my tempter during traffic jams, i just bought a tech…
from pakistan, finger f-ck a b-tch i’m macking up in that trans am, sorry momma
more money more problems, i’m the product of a drug problem
f-cking with my money you’ll hit rock bottom
it’s really nothing, i get em’ i got em’, double that money
i open doors and i let my tech off it’s f-cking leash
the realest out i swerve around in a f-cking jeep
8 different pills, 20 blunts, 4 drinks, i’m party hopping with demons
i’m barbecuing with thieves, on my way to my shrink and my therapy is jim bean
real life of the villain, living with social anxiety
me and franky were siamese twins clipped at birth
im really high and i’m frying, i really think that i’m dying
i’m highly capable, more than willing to flip a bird
rip my shirt when i’m flexing i always wonder if poppa made it up to heaven
and will i every do the same, whipping work and i’m plugging homies in texas
a sniper, ride with a weapon, i’m fully fixing to f-ck the game
young shark tank
i pop pills
young shark tank

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