Lyrics:
No haircut at all cause I been grindin,
Two Rollies on both wrists I’m big timing
These bitches want my wealth but I’m not frankie lymon
I’m a vet in
asleep
Then he's up and out on the street again
He's got the key that'll set you free
That Frankie Lee
Every kid in this ol' gang town
They'd want
Frankie's Last Mexican Showdown
Written by J. Marty
Here I'm lurking in this ruined church at the border to Mexico
Frankie needs to ride through
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in, relapse
I'm back bitch, don't ever try that again
All the shit I did for you, I made you feel
smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin'
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and
Walked out side by side
smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin'
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and
Walked out side by side
Simon
Why do fools fall in love Ask Frankie Lymon
Feeling like Trey tonight I'm bout to dive in
I don't need X when it comes to the sex
I take off like
fine? A lil' bit (skrrr)
Can I vibe? A lil' bit (yeah)
Dancing diamond? A lil' bit
Sunshine a lil' Flip
Pretty woman? A lil' bit
Frankie Lymon
wine'n dining, opining
I'm talking climate science
I'm flying by 'em, try 'em
I'm at the buy-in, buying
I'm Frankie Lymon, chiming
A fool like Meg Ryan
fake love
Nigga quit the lying
I'm going out
Frankie Lymon
Might over dose
Gave em' to much lines
Dead broke
I was on my last life
Heart cold
Had to put
always keep you by my side-ide-ide-ide-ide
Look and I'm just used to grindin'
And I'm just used to two bad ones, you know like Frankie Lymon
I used
about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?
Out of his face with The Idle Race
Out of the room with his tune
Although
real
…. Bring … Almond … Milk
(Verse)
Ten for 10, my dime-a-dozen
Hero-in lines, we cut in
Doper than Whitney and Bobby’s cousin
Kicking Frankie Lymon
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
went out that night
To a club downtown
That was very high class
And had boomin' sounds
We went in
And we were dressed to impress
Fly women
went out that night
To a club downtown
That was very high class
And had boomin' sounds
We went in
And we were dressed to impress
Fly women
the sky
It falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
grow long
'Cause bitch I'm Frankie Lymon, Heath Ledger
Hyped up in a jacuzzi doing that John Belushi
With Brittany Murphy, we blowing Hershey
I'ma
fall in love
Frankie Lymon Lorenz Tate
Martin showed me Its a very thin Line between love and hate
Island beaches while you blowin On the best green
Bent
type[00:52.94]Out here in these streets you better keep the peace[00:57.92]Wit all that fuckery[01:00.58]Might end yo life[01:04.57]ReeQ you still at it[01:05.93]Damn
Its Saturday night. Frankie's out on the town
He's playing to the crowd he's the king of the street
Not a moment goes by, he's not livin' the dream
tho
I was immature, nothing like Marcus Houston tho
I was making moves, different city, different groves
I was tryna be faithful, Frankie Lymon I’m
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