Big Ghost LTD, CRIMEAPPLE - Big Face Frankies lyrics

Ay papa this that puré
Big Ghost brought that puré

I keep my white girl swole like Anna Nicole
Behold i’m in the Rove, chicken
Popping on the stove, we dove
Headfirst into the angus
Turned beef to anguish
Me and my plug speaking Spanglish
When we make arrangements
Yo it’s the kid who still Saran wrap D’s up
Ease up unless you got the
Bread for my Anthrax feature
We just shitted on your zip code
I been dope since Busta said Flipmode
Took the clock to the jeweler
Now it’s a schizo you in your feelings
Probably praying to The Lord of All
I’m fresh to death in my fucking
Bag like I’m at the morgue
I still might rock the same fit
For three days and pump
Like fuck the stage and the stu
Arturo just gave me stuff
To leave your faces numb
I save the crumbs and make another sale
Until I’m sailing
And I never gotta touch a scale
Till then I circumvent the scales of justice
Let the chronic burn up
I keep the whole shit flooded cousin
That’s word to Irma
You may think I’m Eric Andre
The way I bird up
You would think I’m Erik Lehnsherr
The way I turn up
Y’all keep underground rap
This shit is bloody murder
You’ll be underground like Sojourner
Or a fucking turnip

Now don’t forget to thank us please
And show up with them
Big-face Frankies please
That’s very necessary
Everything else is secondary

Who shot ya, wallet looking like an empanada
Broke down a few cebollas for the ensalada
If it’s water
Cross the border for the enchilada
Mi partner always flipping birds
-pollo a la brasa
Running so much game that I could con Chaka
Make ya wifey smuggle brack and
Put it in her nalga
But I’m tired of playing the
Strip serving coco up
Rather be playing the beach opening coconuts
Where I can kick my feet
Up and adopt an octopus
With plenty crops and kush
Exotic drops to push
Hummingbirds singing, wedding bells ringing
Until then it’s big biscuit's while
I get this chicken
D-Rugs hit my celly, said he war ready
These dudes raspberries, blueberries
Strawberries
They peanut butter jellies dawg
What the fuck could you tell us
We still eat off styrofoam or
Crates in the cellar
With the roaches and rodents
Used to lift the couch for quarters
For Coronas
Now I’m trailblazing like Sabonis
Son ain’t potent, just a moment
I scribbled a slogan
Pyrotechnics when I’m repping
I’m clearly a showman
Me and Ghost cooking? Well then
I send my condolence
This that horsepower, ponyboys stay golden
Lames tryna rep my city with a baby scrotum
They won’t never get it
Right like James Dolan
Stagecoaches, rifles have your brain floating
Shit split you from the side
Your brain ain’t know it
Stay focused, ADHD when I flip the pastry
Fiends say tasty, so Ally McBeal lately

Now don’t forget to thank us please
And show up with them
Big-face Frankies please
That’s very necessary
Everything else is secondary