Frank Leone - Bump In The Night (2014)

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Frank Leone - Bump In The Night lyrics


[Hook]
Stay floating, black top wrote it
Riding round town with that muhfucka loaded
Though my brain broken, stain left smoking
Riding round town with that muhfucka loaded

[Verse 1]
Girl you looking outta place, clip the lace off
Roll it up and tumble off a cliff with the brakes locked
Flip the riff I'll rip your face off
Cause I only fuck with the LDRS of the pack, Vic and Based God
Dotting thots, rotted noggin', naughty rocking, knock it off
Independent thoughts in the trunk, drunk, drop it off
Nah, roll and bl-bl-blow’em at the man. BLAM!
Hand with a weapon left the death for the weatherman
We are the lost forgotten nautical soldiers
Skull, cracked, dull matter splattered on our shoulders
Hold back nothing but the opps slowing up
The new Rocafella Rockin A Capella till It’s over
Burner on the oven, Murder over nothing
Kids in the cribs getting murdered over nothing
Heard it off the record reckon Kirk’ll think of something
But the sun’s down and he ain’t budging with the budget

So fuck that, one hit for the road
With it, 'bout I spit 5 clips in a row
But it ain’t no joke
Heard that BLOO BLOO BLOO BLOO, Red & Blue Lights Gon Show
Too cold, lock and load
You look like Rocky Road
Bump in the Night, lay low
Afloja mas el paso
Dead of night I’ll fade in with the lot no rolling
Holy roasted eighth onGaud
I’ll paint my fucking rage all on the pavement of the nation block
So Ride with it, admit it shit is critical
Overanalytical a little bit of piffing and I

[Hook]
Stay floating, black top wrote it
Riding round town with that muhfucka loaded
Though my brain broken, stain left smoking
Riding round town with that muhfucka loaded

[Verse 2]
Bump Lay Low, Underneath the Floor
Too cold, never let it letcha go, like
Bump Layin Low, Piling Bodies on the Road
I’m I’m too Cold, Never let’em letchu go
Let’em go. You gotta let it go
You gotta let it go
Tell’em I’ll Take the Globe
I’ll stay floating, drop top toting
Riding round town, rounds pop unspoken
I’m the King of the Middle of the Map, fuck the Media
Immediate deletion, ease the fear of Wikipedia
People, the lost cause are causing a lot of losses
And ya daughter dipped dinner to ditch it under the faucet
All is fair in love and war across the border
But the court ordered an abortion of core portions for the poorer
Mortar casings on the lawns for the wrongly prominent mechanisms
Neck Severing Dead Endeavoring Devils Prevalent, System Alert
You’re worded properly officer, not a philosopher, so wander on home
They gon fetch the chrome and frolic all alone, we better off grown


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