Ugly Frank - 90 - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.04.2014

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[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 bitch 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 niggas that i wrote the book on blowing up a spot I had to really.. I told you pussy niggas don't be juggin' on my corner I told you bitch don't ever sell your pussy on my corner I don't believe you... out here pushing at my spot It's the audacity of niggas, boy your dome is now a doughnut Narcoleptic symptoms stitchin' symbols in my skin and my attention keep the baddest bitches bendin' in my timbs, it's cool wheather, little breeze up on my back Temporaries on them butter 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 bitch, 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 killers, 16 blunts in 1 hour, dro too loud Too damn much I smoke too damn much I drink too damn much I think too damn 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 kill your man, christmas wrap his hands Hands all bloody, put my stamp on the money Give a god damn, know and damn well ya'll envy Ugly Look Hol' up Look Look You can't fuck with me, barley even keep up with me You can't fuck with me, barley even keep up with me You can't fuck with me [Chorus] I said it's Sandlot, point your man out, that's the click You don't like us suck a dick, you ain't ridin' suck a dick And my nigga... Burning rubber in a bullet proof Ferrari I said it's Sandlot, punch your man out, that's the click You don't like us suck a dick, you ain't ridin' suck a dick And my nigga... Burning rubber in a bullet proof Ferari [Verse 2: EvergreenOne] I popped a pill at a pizza party with Satan, i kicked in the games door And i'm planning on fucking staying, i ain't playing bitch Take me for really, i need a milli stat I'm hoodied up smoking drugs in my fitted cap Bitch slap most of these rappers that say they trap But they ain't trappin' they just fagets 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 fuck a bitch i'm macking up in that trans am, sorry momma More money more problems, i'm the product of a drug problem Fucking 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 fucking leash The realest out i swerve around in a fucking 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 fuck the game Young shark tank I pop pills Young shark tank [Chorus]
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