Mantra 3
Frank Lucra
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Bad little bitch and I think she want to shake some She don't know my name, but she call me I'm her favorite Focused on my money, need cheddar cheese with bacon Need to buy a crib so I can walk around naked Splashing in the pool every morning like I'm training Focused on this money more than ever, meditated Seven shots in, that tequila got me faded Praying for my brothers and sisters, I hope they make it I been flowing shits creek In the city of Killeen Tryna make the right moves Hustle hard Cactus Flowers coming soon Bad bitch in a skirt like sailor moon Tryna pay momma bills Make it rain monsoon Tryna see my brother soon Drunk as hell, I'm probably slurring in the booth BTL on go like a motherfucking Gogurt Shorty twerking on me Man all I say is go girl Big Frankie Lu, where I live I'm in mosh world Want a lot of things I can't never ever stop no I be whippin' crazy Man I'm swervin' round these potholes Texas boy, every morning eating breakfast tacos F*ck a hater bitch, when they see me they still smile hoe Man I'm mad as f*ck Bitch boys ran off with my style hoe Like I'm little brother Tito, feel like Joe Frazier hoe Me, Dretti, David Man we walk around, we Cerburus Damn that's a lot looks I guess we servin' em Need a whopper like a goddamn Burger King Man I feel so beloved Got the mack down I think this bitch love me Everyday man I'm dressed so damn comfy Frankie bitch and I think you owe me money I worked nights for this Still ain't take me no vacation Worried about my footing, my balance and my pacing All the fucking fam they just tell me to be patient I ain't got no fucking time Man I've got to get this paper Sliding in the Civic like I was playing speed racer Crying every night These folks put me in they're prayers I ain't religious but I'm hoping that it save me Need a big house for my baby and my lady Sometimes man I just swear I'm going crazy Past few months felt like pressure, but I'm lazy Shaun fucking Miller Baby boy I'm going crazy Got to get that boat You're the captain, I'm jus saying Talk about your feelings, but its bouncy so they play it Pull up on my friends just like you Mantra 3 Lay me down to sleep in the booth Frankie bitch and I'm sweet just like a fruit I don't know how many times ima say this BTL on go Motherfucker we the greatest This ain't just music Motherfucker this a statement Feel like Travis Scott in the motherfucking basement Days before rodeo I'm as Texas as they make it Spazz on the beat, like a fucker jus rage quit Man I'm working hard Reality is what you make it, and I'm a fucking goat Tired of all that hating
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