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letra de franklin saint - bandanna$aint

[chorus]
i’m the trapper of the year, i feel like franklin saint (oh yeah, huh)
i ran out of cash, i went back to the bank (throw racks, yeah)
i know these n-ggas mad ’cause i do what they can’t
i would probably be mad too if my name wasn’t bandanna$ain’t

[verse]
zaza on me, i got different colours, you know my backpack stink (yeah)
i put so much work in, almostly got the highest rank
i got the babies trippin’, man, i’m really doin’ [?] tay-k
i was just the youngest smokin’ dope when i knew i’d f-ckin’ can (yeah, yeah)
i felt like i’m kanye when i pulled up in that f-ckin’ tank
n-ggas copyin’ me, they can’t be me, but i’m the only saint
she gon’ eat the meat, she eat this d-ck like every time we link
caught up in the streets, tryna rap up on beats, ain’t got no time to think
body hit this street, don’t hit his feet, ain’t got no time to play
i feel like margiela ’cause i’m always in the f-ckin’ paint
don’t know what you thought it was, but i promise you’ll die today
i was [?], if you was there, you would probably sink (yeah)

- bandannaaint

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