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spookycastle - frankthemusican lyrics

intro:
b*tch i got hunnid racks huh
b*tches playing they that sh*t, they on runnin’ back
i got the demon, i lace it huh
in the a, i don’t know what i’m finna do
i be bored in l.a.,
with a hunnid bad b*tches around me, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout that ok
i get bread every way
b*tch signed to a label, they bottin’ his views, to be honest we don’t really count that
took a l, b*tch, i’m finna bounce back
she got it, so i’m watchin’ it bounce
making bonnie imm’a take it around
took it down and he ain’t even like that
you get jumped, b*tch you ain’t even fight back woah
verse 1:
you gon’ die if yo ass wanna try that
i’m in her mouth, b*tch i’m a trident
pop a 10 so i’m changing the climatе
do a show and the fans tryna climb in
1500, you know what my tribe is
rockstar life, boy you don’t wanna try this
that b*tch hе got a lil minus
my money addin’, b*tch yo money minus
i’m in her dream, b*tch i’m feelin’ like one
i can’t die, boy you not finna line us
i got some shooters in north carolina
you tryna hide, b*tch we finna find you
b*tch i’m the g.o.a.t., they ain’t need no reminder
b*tch i been earnin’ my stripes like a tiger
my b*tch stay in the street, like a biker
b*tch i could do this all day, don’t get tired
act like a angel, i know she a liar
walk in the booth, and i set it on fire
these b*tches money, went flat like a tire
i’m movin’ basically b*tch i’m the supplier
i’m off the gxc i’m gettin real higher
you ain’t even get hired by a boss
play with my money, b*tch you could get fired
b*tch on her knees, like a d*mn forty*niner
i’m rockin sleeve i’m gettin’ flyer
stunt at the show, i ain’t postin’ a flyer
stealin’ the swag, but we already did that
these b*tches, man, i really don’t get that
i’m with my gang, and we pushin’ yo sh*t back
send me yo song, i put it where the sh*t at
verse 2:
i’m in the g63, goin’ 200, you f*ck around, sh*t gettin’ bad
i don’t really say too much, but i got sons, maybe, i could be your lil f*cking dad
hunnid racks on me, i said it at first, i’ma say it again, “go get a bag
these b*tches really try to hop on my beats, to be honest with you, that sh*t trash
b*tch said, “pull up like twenty*some racks”, i just looked at his ass, and i f*cking laughed
billboard money, y’all b*tches still flexin’ that p loan, that sh*t sad
i can not f*ck with these b*tches no more, they be leakin’ my sh*t on the apps
i’m f*cking in love with the money
i f*ck that bih i know how i act
g got a switch, and this sh*t get to glitchin

- frankthemusican lyrics

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