Lyrics:
Frankie Lymon
But I'm still in love with the dough
Put out the stinger then roll up some moe
R.I.P to my nigga was his time to go
Tap the top of the bottle
Frankie Lymon
Might be dead by 25 and
They already forgot who I am so please remind em
Who that whiteboy with broken nose is
Meet me backstage cause
with your banger
I bang that 9 what you banging
I swear that Glock go Frankie Lymon how that bit get to sanging
Know bodies dropping when they sign me
Beat it up get the wealth
Steppin out off the late night if it's raining get an umbrella if he pulled
Up in a nice car most times that's a broke nigga
call em Frankie Lymon,
I ain’t setting no alarm but I’m waking up it’s money in the bank we grindin,
(Hook)
Uhn, they say I changed cus I’m gettin
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds, sip Long Island Iced
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds, sip Long Island Iced
to flaunt your options right in front of me
Sure as the sun rises, I need alignment
One assignment
Answer that question for Frankie Lymon
Why do fools fall in
fall in love; Frankie Lymon shit
I slept in the lion's den
I seen life turn real G's into crying men
This is fresh out the frying pan
Been watching
death? we give em an options
If niggaz out lookin for deals, Den come shoppin
Got 3 bitches up in Da will, Frankie Lymon
Bitch fiendin shooting her shot,
bitch
And my side bitch
We going out to eat
But she say I’m the main dish
She ain’t playing
She suck it till I skeet
Got the purp shit rolled up in cone
Do what I say so
Like Simon
Share the goodie goodie
Like Frankie Lymon
She told me it was good
I just had to co sign it
It was out of this world
Gave
Baby mama stressing my head
Changing my climate
But why do fools fall in love, no Frankie Lymon
All of this while my seat steady reclining
Uh, let
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
cold
Cuz it some shit that y'all don't know
Im a take it to the grave
With middle fingers to that hoe
Free little Frankie out the cage
We really miss
Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
Big eared bandit is tossing all his
a price
If you make it out of spite, you still make it so it's alright
I spit magic, so cold and lavish
Bad broads perform sexual acts in traffic
So
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
man Frankie, a rock the house
I can't forget Doo G, rock the house
And my man Cool V, a rocks the house why'all
Ah to the beat why'all, you don't
the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
'Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in
suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the 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 why
You
exchanged
In the moments that I feel out of range I simply take the time to...
Breathe, retreat so I can be with you
Sometimes I gotta leave, so that I can
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