Danke Lyrics in English Frank Lukas

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Intro

Love how all these niggas be hatin' me

I can do all things through hennessy that strengthens me

Look

Look

Here we go

Verse 1

Yeah, this for them niggas that think they shorty 'gon ride with them

As if she ain't with me when she not with you

Think i wanna play with

But i'm not nigga

All them niggas that you roll with

Are getting rocked with you

The don dotta

You ron harper

Yeah you rod strickland

I'm rolling with 33 young bulls we scott pippen

Let me tell it i should of been on that 17

Guess my 16's were hot enough

Now ohana the hottest up

Dope flows, rap medellin

And i got esco-bars for days

Left niggas in limbo with all the bars are raised

I'm the number 23 don't get jim carried away

Fresh out of gotham

And that batman for problems

Barry bonds 'em

Young giant i got 'em

Niggas never understood it was more than the music

In the basement just trying to be the rap game confucius

All these niggas that you glorify

Swear they all useless

Wanna dance like tango that's fine i'm frank lucas

Shooting in broad day if he think he foolish

Gotta live long the other dilla had lupus

Yeah, so i do it for mr. yancy

Flow hungry like looking up in the pantry

And ain't nothing there

Close it up and open up again

And pray something appear

But still ain't nothing there

Ain't nothing but ramen

And this ain't nothing but rhyming

I'm firing at your idols ain't nothing but silence

Out the womb black

Born dark, yeah

You lack drive and i'm earnhardt

And you more danica patrick

When it come to the rapping, the money don't make you real nigga you can't earn heart

Model, my motto

You know dilla just probably with a young goddess that's got the same color as my mama's skin

Ohana man them niggas might just be my mama's kids

Get rich you little nigga you don't want no drama with

Unless you rob dyrdek

Mirotic with the shot

Young bull you ain't know i rose from the concrete

I'm hakeem, you nigga oluwakandi

Why you find time to hate on dilla

You need to find out where your chick at

She up in my broken down camry bumping riff raff

And don't get mad

You don't wanna see this kid spazz

Put his whole mouth where his ribs at

Real life operation poke him where his limbs at

Any rapper dead or alive they can get that

Disrespectful little nigga please don't get your kids smacked

All your arms legs mismatched

Criss-crossed body bagged

Then i go dismiss that

Never ever ever been the one to prolly clown with

Relaxing with my crowns tipped and my crown sipped

King dilla

Nigga

Love for all these niggas be hatin' me

I can do all things through hennessy that strengthens me

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