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uglyfrank - frank truise lyrics

[verse 1]
i write alone
my mind is blown
my b-tch is bad i wipe my nose
i flip a stack you wife the ho
give a f-ck about a club if they don’t like me
more than likely
start a fight up in that parking lot
them lines too long
get a load of ugly franklin faded
harlem shakin’
kickin’ game up at your auntie
at your party plankin’
thinkin’ how the f-ck
i’m posed to get a million f-ckin’ b-tches
countin’ money f-cking b-tches catchin’ feelings whoa
that’s a big no no my daddy told me
miss you like a ho be
twitchin’ like i’m kobe
twistin’ up a swisher
swishin’ orange juice and oe
stay the f-ck up off my d-ck b-tch n-gga you don’t know me
ho it’s butcher
fetch yo ho i took her
stretch a ho the f-ck up then i left her in the bushes n-gga
shout goes out to crazy khris
really out here [?]
if you get it catch them charges
dawg you really think you wouldn’t
ok let’s go i’m flexin’
me yo b-tch we textin’
seen yo b-tches drop it like those divas down in texas
texas toast with my spaghetti
wine sippin’ pimpin’ heavy
h-lla [?]
cover up whatevers h-lla trendy
f-ckin’ f-ggot pick yo tongue up
i’m rollin’ with my gun tucked
n-gga think he’s gangsta but he’s sensitive on tumblr
dawg that type of sh-t don’t go
on the set my n-ggas come from
screamin’ vandals to the death
and ran a bullet inside your hummer

[hook]
oh you ballin’ ain’t ya
oh you ballin’ ain’t ya
but i’m finna sl!ck yo b-tch i guess that’s karma ain’t it
oh you ballin’ ain’t ya
oh you ballin’ ain’t ya
but i’m finna sl!ck yo b-tch n-gga

[verse 2]
they say i’m gettin’ money must be illuminati
talkin’ to the holy ghost in my ferrari
he knockin’ on the door don’t let the devil in
f-ck it my n-gga step up in
ridin’ in my daddie’s caddie thinkin’ bout a murder
hittin’ a l!ck on a n-gga that thinkin’ he gotta ditch it to the burner
burn her on my lap and that’s exactly where your girl is
last night she bagpiped and smacked twice with turner
turning down my hood i told my n-ggas keep it careful
carefully i’m pimpin’ cause it’s playin’ all they handle
handlin’ my business with my bottle on the mantle
could have broke your b-tches off but i just f-ck for an example
i get money

[bridge]
get money
and get your n-ggas on
get money get money
and get your n-ggas on
get money get money
ride with your n-ggas dawg

[outro]
ask your b-tch about me
she tell you i’m the man
i sent ya b-tch a message, she said i’ll see ya when i can
she sent me one back, but i ain’t never read it
cause p-ssy’s only p-ssy and i get it when i need it
got these boppa’s going crazy n-gga i’m the man
got these boppa’s going crazy n-gga i’m the man

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