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Frankenberry

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One for the money, two for the dough Three for the paper, that's all that I know Broke with a job, or crook with the cash You be hoping to God I don't put my foot in your ass Got my foot on the gas, and I'm running the red Put this pack in your ass, I just gun you dreads Never go on the block, like I used to do Why go on the block, all my niggas moved Mister boom bap rap whatever The black leather match the black Nike Venoms So nice that my wife be in em Body the great grape ape Probably break one eighth of your face off Break north Fake and soft, pa and I hate all of you Punch you in the face now you able to taste barbecue Hard to do this, I'm doing me You can do what you do, just don't do it in front of P Personally, it's nothing personal You send a verse for me, I'll send a hearse to you Clearly it's that, the realer you act I'm actually one of the rappers that really can rap One for the money, two for the dough Three for the paper, that's all that I know You call that a show, it's more of a circus You tryna hear Buck flow, still calling 'em nervous You fall for the service, you


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