finn lune - frank ocean freestyle
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{verse 1}
Sorry, i don’t speak basic
Sorry i don’t wanna rotate, only smoking if you laced it
Sorry, wrote an album, gave up, then replaced it
Now my discog so perfect, you can’t face it
Been feelin' like lil b, writing this based shit
Did i switch up or did i get more famous?
Will i switch up just to get more placements?
Posters and cds with my name on ‘em on display, bitch
This girl done thought my garage was a car show
Pants got baggier, fitting my money in my cargo's
My chance of falling off is same as licking both my elbows
But if i do, y'all coming with me, fallin' like some domino’s
And i ain’t talkin' pizza, or no bread, but i'll be stacking those
I won’t need anesthesia, i'm invincible from head to toe
I never done a feature, 'less we talkin' all my other bros
And i don’t wanna hear ya, knock you out until you comatose
Propose a toast, i'm at the function, chillin' watching regular show
My wings are buffalo, they taste so good i'm boutta bust a load
On all the competition, y'all my sons so come and eat my babies
Dj fentanyl been number since like the fuckin' 80s
{refrain}
Yeah, yeah
Dj fentanyl been number one since like the fuckin' 80s, uh huh
Okay, let’s get back to it, yeah
{verse 2}
Bitch lets get back to it, slap music
Bitch i'm making that music
You been eating good, now you just poopin' out some fat music
Stack music, bitch watch these stacks do it
Bitch i been feeling like andré three stacks do it
Facts, prove it
People hate money 'till they drenched in gold
And i’ll still be the same kid when my wrist is froze
And i’ll still call the same friends on my cellu’ phone
My current friends gon’ be the ones to see my casket close
I cannot stress that enough
I hate you pussy bitches, acting hard and acting all tough
Let’s do some friendly fades, come bring your boys down here for a punch
And afterwards we gonna head down to chipotle for lunch
What y’all gonna order bruh?
Can someone give me frank ocean’s phone number?
Okay i called, and they said i got the wrong number
Um, hey, hey, is this frank ocean?
Ay, shut your bitchass up this is not frank ocean bruh, shut your bitchass up!
Oh damn, bro, my fault bro, damn, my fault frank
{outro}
Frank please drop a song, i’ve been a fan for so long
On my mom, i been waiting since like 2016 oh my god
Bro please, i been on my fuckin’ knees
I been waiting for you to drop since you dropped “in my room” and teased
It was a bunch of fuckin’ songs for a fuckin’ album
That you never gon’ release
On my deez, bro
{verse 1}
Sorry, i don’t speak basic
Sorry i don’t wanna rotate, only smoking if you laced it
Sorry, wrote an album, gave up, then replaced it
Now my discog so perfect, you can’t face it
Been feelin' like lil b, writing this based shit
Did i switch up or did i get more famous?
Will i switch up just to get more placements?
Posters and cds with my name on ‘em on display, bitch
This girl done thought my garage was a car show
Pants got baggier, fitting my money in my cargo's
My chance of falling off is same as licking both my elbows
But if i do, y'all coming with me, fallin' like some domino’s
And i ain’t talkin' pizza, or no bread, but i'll be stacking those
I won’t need anesthesia, i'm invincible from head to toe
I never done a feature, 'less we talkin' all my other bros
And i don’t wanna hear ya, knock you out until you comatose
Propose a toast, i'm at the function, chillin' watching regular show
My wings are buffalo, they taste so good i'm boutta bust a load
On all the competition, y'all my sons so come and eat my babies
Dj fentanyl been number since like the fuckin' 80s
{refrain}
Yeah, yeah
Dj fentanyl been number one since like the fuckin' 80s, uh huh
Okay, let’s get back to it, yeah
{verse 2}
Bitch lets get back to it, slap music
Bitch i'm making that music
You been eating good, now you just poopin' out some fat music
Stack music, bitch watch these stacks do it
Bitch i been feeling like andré three stacks do it
Facts, prove it
People hate money 'till they drenched in gold
And i’ll still be the same kid when my wrist is froze
And i’ll still call the same friends on my cellu’ phone
My current friends gon’ be the ones to see my casket close
I cannot stress that enough
I hate you pussy bitches, acting hard and acting all tough
Let’s do some friendly fades, come bring your boys down here for a punch
And afterwards we gonna head down to chipotle for lunch
What y’all gonna order bruh?
Can someone give me frank ocean’s phone number?
Okay i called, and they said i got the wrong number
Um, hey, hey, is this frank ocean?
Ay, shut your bitchass up this is not frank ocean bruh, shut your bitchass up!
Oh damn, bro, my fault bro, damn, my fault frank
{outro}
Frank please drop a song, i’ve been a fan for so long
On my mom, i been waiting since like 2016 oh my god
Bro please, i been on my fuckin’ knees
I been waiting for you to drop since you dropped “in my room” and teased
It was a bunch of fuckin’ songs for a fuckin’ album
That you never gon’ release
On my deez, bro
