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letra de blvck buddafly - frankie with da lisp

these b-tches looking at me what’s the problem
yeah i’m moving slow in the night i’m like batman my n-ggas will rob ya
b-tch i wake up and i’m flawless
your money slow but i get it regardless
and it’s f-ck all my exes ice on my necklace you could say i’m heartless
see me i glow like a goddess

i want this so i go the hardest
blacked out in a hoodie like artist
i get the nerdiest brain he’s the smartest
b-tch i’m expensive i mix chanel with the prada
use your noodle or you pasta
yeah i’ll turn ya ass into ramen
we don’t got nothing in common
b-tch i’m just focused on the commas

i got my foot on they neck
i need a check
i need a two tone patek
i run the game i don’t rest
drip when i dress
b-tch i need more won’t take less
tell me why these b-tches pressed
why do they hate me? they heard that i’m next
i say this sh-t with my chest
b-tch i’m the best
these hoes suck i’m not impressed

oh (oh)
yeah i know i know i know just how it goes (how it goes)
from the concrete but i came up like a rose (like a rose)
i don’t compete with these b-tches or these hoes (ohh)
got too many flows i’m gone blow
oh (oh)
yeah i know i know i know that i was chosen (i was chose)
i don’t trust n0body since my heart got broken (it got broke)
heart on ice like rod wave but b-tch i’m froze (ohh)
what glitters ain’t golden

you can talk sh-t but i’m running up
i might pull up and hop out drop b-tches like dun dun dun
n-ggas must think that i’m dumb or sum’
i can not waste no time with a n-gga who not putting money up
might f-ck the summer up
know you see a b-tch blossoming
ass fat like bubbles no b-ttercup
i don’t think that i’ve done enough
might try going way harder don’t think that ive won enough

watch when these number go up
he wanna -moan-
he wanna shoot up the club
you a dub better pack it up
b-tches sucking my d-ck should’ve told me to wrap it
boy you don’t think that you cap enough
you on ig flexing but i heard you don’t pack enough
n-ggas told me i don’t rap enough
like a boomerang i might reverse it and back it up

tell these b-tches to pack it up
don’t give a f-ck
heard you do anything for a quick buck
i’m just on my grind for it don’t believe in luck
how you gonna pick and choose when to love me
don’t believe n-ggas they just wanna f-ck me
counting this paper i’m stacking it lovely
i might just go drop a tape on the monthly
this just the intro it’s bout to get ugly

- frankie with da lisp

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