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a room - frank.s lyrics

[verse 1: frank$]
you take l through the mail
i produce winners
i could turn your trap to a distribution center
we don’t take walk*ins, gotta be a member
same n*gga with the boxes like late december
i ain’t tryna end beef but i’ll squash sh*t
bussdown, lock it, show my pockets
[?] i got options
if we talking la plug then i’m top ten
numero uno, up all my paper
on your culo, trust
this [?] hangs out but a mood though
couple years later every play is a tudo
hard knock, university this ain’t juco
rose gold down rose [?]
i’m a grown man, tip sh*t
i ain’t a scribble but i’ll pole dance
love, hate, could walk the city bit of romance
pop a perkеy, beat up the kiddy to a slow jam
drop the tickеt, like r kelly p*ss the city off
really up, milk the game till the titty soft
pack up a whole [?] 50 boss
i’ll buy it all back if you can’t get it off
if it’s up then it’s stuck
i’ll send it off
if i stop serving n*ggas, it’ll start a war
i’m not in the military but got army stories
tapped in with the farm, let it buy some forty
in the field [?] wearing glock and 40s
snip hussle, i’ll creep 4 in the morning
[hook]
one way flight lax to dallas
not first class, main cabin with the ratchets
strip club savage, always leaving with the talent
looking at me you don’t know me
but you know i have it
caught a [?] skeleton on a light day
that’s 32 racks, no ice bae
my travel jewelry box is an ice tray
i got it out the mud, no overnight fame

[verse 2: westside boogie]
whoa, whoa
i can’t do a light day
my last shawty turned my heart into an ice tray
b*tch slept on me, so it ain’t no overnight stay
i had to learn to make it move in a tight sp*ce
whoa, whoa
he tryna say he from the mud, i know
oh you a hussle but you ran off on the plug, i know
oh you my dawg, but you want it for the love, i know
you think i do it just because, i know
b*tch hide my sun i for sure can’t do this shade, uh
i know my worth, think i need to get appraise, uh
i’m in a phase, i’ve been feeling disengaged, whoa
i’m all still same, make me finna change my ways
it reminds me of the days on the westside
i come from the a
where you either up the stakes
or take the that sh*tty ass plate
know your lazy hits are hurting
when you do it off the strength
when you running n*ggas fades
when you running from the jakes, uh
aw man, he be thuggin on the gram
aw man, he be subbing all his friends, whoa aw
aw man, know i had it till the end
‘fore i crash rest in peace my n*gga benz, whoa
ya’ll still in the spot, i’ve been in the [?]
i could run a lap and make a million in a slice
petty as it get, i might take away my life
know i hate the homegirl, man i might do it out of spite, get it
got me on this one way ticket on a bad flight
even if i pack light, know i got my bag right
strength is to the real, you better stay to what you know
when the devil on the grind, you better stay up on your toes
whoa, whoa
i mean
[hook]
one way flight lax to dallas
not first class, main cabin with the ratchets
strip club savage, always leaving with the talent
looking at me you don’t know me
but you know i have it
caught a [?] skeleton on a light day
that’s 32 racks, no ice bae
my travel jewelry box is an ice tray
i got it out the mud, no overnight fame

- frank s lyrics

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