Lyrics:
false imagery
Delete em from the Youtube page
Hit em eith penalties
I got the remedies and cures for the bullshit
Blow louder than four fifths when they
friends and their singin' low
Even when I did it right
I was getting it wrong
I learned to drank tequila
Settin' on the back of my four by four
Watching
Joined the Army
Being all that I could be
Army Strong shifted
Where controller arm should be
Not crying over women
Where I thought that I would be
sides, like frank ocean
I deposit value on a type beat
Cos I don't think any bank still open
At the time that I want
I should've blown ages ago
Am I
Henry threw Stacker Lee in the river
Then he said I've got a say so to say
He broke out in a song that was wrote by Blind Leonard
He said Julie Anne
like 4 guns
My nigga whip that work like some potion
I aent thinking bout you like Frank ocean
By the way imma get paid
Need yellow diamonds like
of happenstance
Waiting for four-wheeled messiahs to take them home again
But I am home anywhere if You are where I am
And if you listen to my songs I hope
wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late
No I just -I wanted to say I liked
Your butt, but I thought
That was too forward, you know
Mark: Hey, this next song is for all
The ladies in
Dive in my heart like a ocean
Thinking about you like frank ocean
Driving my car like its stolen
(What)
Driving my car like its stolen
(Uh)
Why you
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
Paint my scenic dream
I see a hundred thousand women
That sing my words
Like I'm frank or Aubrey
Im looking hot as my kitchen
Im speaking now
Barely
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
Soddom and Gomorrah
or Babylon
I'm runnin shit like a marathon
Niggas frontin Don
with a set like Frank Avalon
Verse Four: Scientific Shabazz
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
culminate with a five-hour battery
Of tests, performed by four separate disciplined PhDs, had begun
Eventual Diagnosis Autism
Even though her maternal
be with that dude, but anyways, uh, okay. I'll, I'll focus on some bashing. Mike, the four, the, the guy who's pushing 40 and acting like he's 15 years
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
the Bullock Family Mass Choir sings it, it can go from 4 minutes to 10 minutes like a revival song.
Gather in your tools, your work is all done. Gather in your
dark, I had hoes, I got 'em gone
To be Frank, tryna swim up in your Ocean, I'm Blonde now
Calm down, that's what you been saying to me
This Amiri, not
dark, I had hoes, I got 'em gone
To be Frank, tryna swim up in your Ocean, I'm Blonde now
Calm down, that's what you been saying to me
This Amiri, not
and hold our cups for cheers
No no no I'm not Nova cane but I listen to Frank Ocean all day
Think about those pretty eyes and them dark thighs sit back than
by Virgil
If I do Nike and baby, I get money
I don't give a fuck 'bout who like me
Wardrobe full of foreign shit
Everything designer
Everybody with me
Discuss these songs 4 women by frank ocean Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In