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Frankie Krupnik - Young Balboa

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/bw/album/fra... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1ergal... Buy Frankie Krupnik albums here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/fr... https://itunes.apple.com/ca/artist/di... http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/FrankieK... https://www.cdbaby.com/cd/dizzlebeatz http://dizzlebeatzfrankiekrupnik.band... Vocals recorded at: http://www.analogwithoutborders.com/#... Follow Frankie Krupnik here:   / frankiekrupnik     / frankiekrupnik     / frankiekrupnik     / frankiekrupnik   Lyrics: (Verse 1) I’m still a villain with the vocab Chillin, got my notepad Sippin, gripping on my gonads Cut this sample for some old jazz…..Wait no I didn’t This is orchestra, They say I can’t be fucking stopped if I stay focused brah Leather on the sofa Mix some whiskey with the cola It’s Young Balboa, fry the chicken in canola (uh) Nona always made the best sauce Spit it like I got a chest cough My girl know that I’m the fucking boss And she call me Papi, your beard is patchy, my shit is full grown Call me Frankie Corleone Gigi played the saxophone This fucking music’s in my blood You can feel the thud in your gut from the sub when I rolled up You won’t catch me at the club (nahhh) I’m at home sprawled out like an old slut Stuffed crust pizza Get amnesia when I drink tequila Eat tortillas with my Señorita Live the Vida Loca (hoe) And while you’re online bitching about your life I’m on the grind in silence Probably cooking something nice I want that David Price money Put the pesos in the duffle bag dummy You ain’t taking nothing from me bitch it’s Big Frank (Verse 2) Eh yo, I talk with my hands, I’m Italian I sip gin & juice to let loose, no valium I ain’t got time to post memes I ain’t no bitch dog Frankie soar like an eagle, y’all some fucking shit hawks I wear tee’s and blue jeans I’m a simple man Hell naw, I don’t listen to no Simple Plan Shittin on these cats, Like Frankie ate up all the Bran Flakes And you can judge a man’s character based on his handshake It’s El Chucho, call me Tuco, I distribute meth through your speaker It’s the chef, always cooking something fresh I’m Lenny Dykstra back in 86 I’ve been handsome muafucka, check my baby pics Bitch I’m wavy like them navy ships In those navy kicks, no Mercedes bitch Blow the beat to bits Close yo muthafuckin lips, if you ain’t feeling this (shit) I’ll unload Uzi clips in your hips You blimp muafuckas gassed up, thinking you the shit I emit deadly fumes when I spit on these tunes Hit you with the broom, hit you with the harpoon If this was Wild West (shiit), I’d be chillin at the Saloon getting tuned up (Yo) but I really don’t shoot guns But I will shoot you bums if you mess up my funds The flows heavy like tonnes The flows heavier than Big & Pun rolled into one Yo…You catch my muthafucking drift bitch?