Quite Frankly (with Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat) (Explicit)歌词-BLP KOSHER&Luh Tyler&

Quite Frankly (with Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat) (Explicit)歌词由BLP KOSHER&Luh Tyler&Trapland Pat演唱，出自专辑《Bars Mitzvah (Explicit)》，下面是《Quite Frankly (with Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Quite Frankly (with Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat) (Explicit)歌词完整版

BLP KOSHER -“Quite Frankly (feat. Luh Tyler &Trapland Pat)”-Lyrics

We came through the Bronx

Home run they think we’re with the Yankees

Raw Paper championship ring I got it on my pinky

If you don’t see Luh Tyler then the Kosher n****quite frankly

Trap done went and ran them racks up he just was dressin janky

I’m in the booth me and Trap on that gas man this shit stanky

Got yo bitch in here and she throwin’ass she keep sayin’spank me

These n*****they ain’t tryna get no bag I don know what they think

N***a I ain’t tryna make no friendships cause they get to sinking

Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk

Machine gun stay by my side like I’m Megan Fox

Them boys playin’air guitar bitch I really rock

Spody and luh jojo in the cut

That’s a butch a lot

I’m with Luh Tyler no Creator of Future turning bright

Under my shirt that shining armor only hitting licks at night

That’s a dog fight breaking that shit up like Dana White

Jew’s name was Mike Cook he let me cook and pass the mic

Jitterbug jittery I aint buggin’they some lice

Long nights up in that yota I had to make a sacrifice

They disrespected til they saw I blew up now they actin right

We be shinin’bright The opps mad flexing moissanite

My side bih from Brooklyn, pull up from that 3

Hit the net another booking

N*****mannhattin’quit cappin’for we hook them

Don’t understand why they hatin’on my chances when I took them

All them hoes on my roster so bad but I don’t whoop them

All my n*****doin good but all my bitches bad

Man I swear these hoes be for the team yea they be getting passed

See you ran you up a lil cash but that ain’t finna last

I be staying in my lane and I ain’t nothing like you n*****

Man my n****he insane, got a button on his pistol

I’ll hit that n****bitch like it’s nothing bet he miss her

I just jumped up on the mic and I took off like a missle

I’m a big dog to you n*****bet they call me mister

Can’t get your bitch off me she see these diamonds and these crystals

I’m a snap any time you put me on the instrumental

Look at my neck that bitch on froze It get cold like December

Believe what you see not what you heard cause it aint in vain

Twenty five thousand grams of swappery I zoe’d the strain

Think my Cali bih been tryna go skiing cause of tyler chain

25 aint gon make the cut for that Johnny Dang

I could show you how to make the ends meet if it ain’t circulation

You gon have to really lock in use your concentration

If a n***a say he run Deerfield that’s exaggeration

Ski done beat that hat bout the Z he ain’t even Haitian

Pat told me stay from around a trick he ain’t Odell

Cash rules everything around me like the Carvel

Amy Winehouse I’m sippin cherry in the motel

Sir smoke a lot a lot of opps

Half-baked Dave Chappele

Speedin to that cheese in Saint Pete but I am not rushin

Woot da woo just slid to pine tree with a baker’s dozen

He was stretching shit before the fame like he Danny Duncan

Catch em outback and imma fry em that’s a bloomin onion