Lyrics:
What's that in your bottle? Sippin'
On lean by the liter
God damn Quavo, you movin' too slow
What the lean go for?
We can chop it up in the bando
I ship
A better dog you'd be hard pressed to find
But he died just being Frankie's pup
A couple of kids holding out their thumbs
They had a look in their eyes that
knew that they were getting close to the castle owned by the ferocious beast.
Rose, its not right for you to be imprisoned. Its not too late to go home.
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back and we cruise to the river side
it
Yea we got it, oh we got it
Cuz we had it already, we had it already
If ya need it, if ya need it
Then we got it, yea we got it
And we had it
Guns and roses
That loyalty, you owe it
If you love someone you show it
I'm too real and you know it
Ball your feelings up and throw it
That 40 cal I
soul (Pistol P)
We took losses I can't let it go (took losses)
Money low had to kick me a door (a door)
Strip him outta his clothes, we grippin'
we go
And I don't ever tuck my chain I guess it's just a niggas ego
I'm just a young nigga ballin' wanna take me out the game D Rose
And that make
favourite chair
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate
With loneliness
with me (Rose City)
If you tryin' to jam it's Rose City (Rose City)
I'm not tryin' to chill in the back
We want the cheers and the claps
We go a fool
and we love you forever
This song was manifested by myself, and my mother
Thank You Frankie
Yeah! Hi Mom
My mother's getting mad at the money that I
stood upon the fill looking right at me
His sanitarium door had not been opened by a key
It was just as I'd imagined
When I was a child
Frank looked back
Rose, Rose, oh Rose
You had to go, I know, but you're killing me, Rose
We need to talk about it, it's been long enough
I really hate to be the one
Finally it's time
What do we find? Little growin' boy of mine
With a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime
Had no time for the growin' stage
He learned
And out my Kool aid, Juice
Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho,
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'
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
you here.
Frankie takes the train and makes it home in time to catch the evening news,
Opening a can of beans he learns the world has turned without
these hoes like a king
Till a real one the scene
Like Martin, I had a dream
Watched it turn into a nightmare screen
Wes craven just might hear scream
you had sealed the option
You're like the roses, so appealing
You're like the roses, so red, so tempting
Held you close and all I see is forbidden love
it's Bape or Frankie with Chanel
You ain't got ammo
I ain't got shit to lose
You know what that does to a kid
I got some (Hold up)
Look
Change
m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp see up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
Damn fool I hits free it ain't
can see
The dying rose inside the glass that we wish would leave
Why am I the one that had to be stuck with the dead rose?
No one wants to buy from my
.jpg/300px-Frankie_Rose_Pitchfork_Music_Festival_7_19_2013_(9329691617).jpg "Frankie Rose")
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