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letra de kortah watuh - frank knight

[hook: frank knight]

d-mn shorty, d-mn shorty you goin get me caught up
let me grab your whole frame, like a quarter water
my hands all over it, i know your ex ain’t over it
you got the kind of wave that could make a solar rift (2x)

[verse 1: frank knight]

my team got it going on, you ain’t iller uh
we never tattled so we silent on the telephone
i’m riding through brooklyn, slowly plotting on the throne
aids wallets grind i need the pockets full blown
i saw p-ss the past, and studied all history
i l-st stacks of cash, my only epiphany
hide your jealous face cause your jealousy don’t phase
like lil biffs in dames while my style hold grace
to graves they been sent they became irrelevant
i’m a brain in heaven high thinker far from h-ller bent
my couture is so dope, i been k!lling the game
since i came and became a mirror image of caine
i’m talking ’bout terror’s caine, me don’t mean no rapper
i’m talking ’bout them joints peddled by a blow tapper
from dim light glimmers trying see some hope fl!cker
so h-ll it’s only right knizza shine in every picture

[hook: frank knight]

[verse 2: frank knight]

for the life that we want this life that we live
in the back to the front ya dig baby we jig
where the h-ll the fine wine at shorty you bad
you christ sent, with nice skin you caught me you rad
d-mn you got me so high i now forget my name
line sprinkles remain from last nights novacane
your lipstick i still taste, your touch was insane
and every l!ck on my lips a rush to the brain
seen you playing with your kitty kat and purring while you c-m
i’m so drawn to the call you the siren not the one
we know it ain’t love still no question if i’m in yours
got the rich dreams of murcielago fly doors
raising like hands questioning a poor lifestyle
that bed stuy project sumner wildlife style
rolling with executive thugs the ones who like style
who still might black in the night and put lights out

[hook: frank knight]

[verse 3: frank knight]

shorty come on rumble now, knizza ’bout to bubble now
wait i don’t bubble now, on so i run it now
built to be a champion, i could go hundred rounds
sleep you like ambient, but i put you underground
welcome to my terror dome, here where my terror homed
haters got they head on wrong, i just make them dead and gone
i don’t go rambo though, i don’t need the hammer yo
but i got the ammo woah, i just thought i let ’em know
i use to have a sinner soul i could get your center fold
leave your body winter cold get you left in the road
noose you chrome down, but i’m more grown now
i just want the throne now, look at me i’m soul bound
now after being broke like mistake baby rubbers
we expect the drama like court for baby mothers
look at where we came from it just made us that raw
i ain’t ever been it ma why would i act soft

[hook: frank knight]

- frank knight

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