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[Hook: David the Peruvian]
Bottles, yeah we popping bottles
Only seventeen and you know we popping bottles
Parents out of town, house party with some models
Daddy left the coup take it out, theft auto
Bottle after bottle
Yeah we popping bottles
Only seventeen and you know we popping bottles
Parents out of town, house party with some models
Daddy left the coup take it out, theft auto!
Wait, hold up, the cops at your door
Your condom popped and you impregnated a whore
You cheated on your girl she was standing in the door
Way out of line so the judge added more. (x2)
[Verse 1: David the Peruvian]
Yeah I’m white but going hard on caucasins
I’m sick of the racist
The drinking the driving speed racin’
And hatin’
Radio stations be bangin’ the same shit
Not even a gun that shit will still leave you brainless
So hold the fucking stainless
Bad ass white boy says he speaks a different language
He doesn’t understand the deeper meaning of my anguish
All he cares about is his mother fucking main bitch…
Cocain hits his brain as he hits a lane change
He chose the wrong lane but has yet to complain
Girls in the back sipping champagne
A little bit scared but they think he’s cute
So they don’t care
Around the school mister Mercedes has fame
All he has to do is show a lady and she’s game
Bragging bout hooking up with dames
Next day came
He claims, she, didn’t even say a name
But shit was bout to change
He noticed at the bank
His nose dripping blood and his telephone rang
His girl on the line said she wanna see her babe
But he blew her off he would rather sniff yay
Rather feed his face, cocaine over cake
She wanna let him know they have a baby on the way
Unaware of the fucked up shit taking place
By the time she found out…way too late
The man she used to date
Is no longer the same
The soul he once had is waiting for him at the gates
Tried to quit once put drinking in it’s place
Also added black and blue makeup to her face
But see I don’t care about them or their fucking pain
If you don’t learn from you mistakes
Then you will seal your fucking fate
If I made eye contact, they would look away
So when the contact my phone, I look away
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Mr. Franklin]
(Mr., Fuckin’, Frank)
Who be knocking?
It be me
Mister Frank
From the Cali-
For-n
I-A
And I’m coming straight from L.A
To tell you, a little story
From back in the day
Since eighth grade
Why kids would invite me to there
Parties
And I would partake
In the things they did
Religious folks would say I’ve sinned
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit!
Fuck that shit, mother fuck your bitch!
Ninth grade summer started smoking, drinking, tripping
Tenth grade you know I was fucking
Even though I don’t give a fuck, nothing
Ever changed
I’ve always been true to myself
Sip champagne
Celebrate
I’m Mr. fucking Frank
Takin’ your change
Fucking bitches
Gettin’ on the nerves of my brain
Sippin’ Bacardi golden
Bottle at the party
Not even old enough
Throttle, throttle
Reborn
Not a part of that fake crowd no more
Girls, mostly slores
Drunk as fuck, still seem poor
In the glass they ask a hit
Next morning don’t remember shit
Old friends that still party now got a bloody nose
Now everybody knows, not to fuck with those
Fucking hoes
A hoe will be a hoe
Even though I still don’t give a fuck
I know you feel this bruh
I know you want to be a part of
Realest crackers from the west coast
Put in work
We gon’ see who does the most
Bitches
[Hook]
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