Shane Eagle – To Be Frank Lyrics

Shane Eagle To Be Frank Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yo

Smoke my blunt in peace, nigga rest in peace
Got a, plug overseas, bitch overseas
If you ain’t talking money, please don’t talk to me
If you ain’t talking money, please don’t talk to me (Yeah)

Know Jake, man, he Jewish with the paper
So you know the new crib got a couple acres
And my new Benz had to go and get the face lift
‘Cause my bitch say she wanna fuck where it’s spacious
Look, I don’t even listen to the rap shit
I just, bump Frank Sinatra
‘Cause my daddy was a OG, you feel me?
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Make a blind hoe feel me
Activate, activate, yeah
Forty two, forty two, big four twos on the neck
Yeah niggas ain’t a threat, gotta ’em pressed (Yeah)
Been a little menace since my mama been stressed, that’s a flex
Put a rock on my girl hand, she the best
Run the city in my slops and a vest
Hit the beams like a motherfuckin’ X-Man
Fuck the secretary while she signing out my cheques, man
Not a sprint, it’s a marathon and I’m gone (Yeah)
Banging on my chest, baby
Got a motherfuckin’ like the saying they came to innovate
Niggas came to immolate
Realest nigga ’til I degenerate
Yeah yeah man, fuck ’em
I had to son ’em, I had to bun ’em, there’s no one like him
The most flyest, the Royal highness
Shine, hit combo-combo like Street Fighter
Then I…

Smoke my blunt in peace, nigga rest in peace
Got a, plug oversea, bitch oversea
If you ain’t talking money, please don’t talk to me (To me)
If you don’t talk to money, please don’t talk to me (Yeah)

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