My Single

by Franklin Cixx
(Johannesburg, South Africa)

Intro: Franklin Cixx
Ah Franklin the Sire.
Proph The GaWd
(Trustit)
To Bonke Abos'hlama, Voetsek.

Bridge x2: Franklin Cixx
Me my niggas we FwesH out//
All these mummies are Dolce//
All my Lyrics are Gimmick//
All my Lyrics are Dope//
Now all these addicts be craving//
Somebody take "em" to Rehab//
I'm Finna confab//

Verse 1: Franklin Cixx
I'm The Sire, the Bar i'm raising it higher//
You ni**as are sweets//
The Sire running the streets//
Yo' nun is lovinig my tweets//
Hey, niggas be hating on Tweets//
Franklin is Spitting Sputum//
Franklin is hella sick//
S/O to my ni**as//
Franklin be copping mummies//
N**as be copping Franklin//
Frankly I do it better//
This is an Open Letter
To all my Ex's out there, I was Gonna Wife y'all//
But hey, I'm glad I never did//
Coz all the Sh*t You did was gonna ruin my Rep'//
Yo' matric results, will be a D//
Coz you deserve a D//
With my Verses I can compile a Bible//
They not on Joints forever//
So they Dope Awhile//
She heard I'm Virile//
She started tweeting me, She after the D//
Ni**as are Senile, they should take a break//
And leave this to the YoungiN's//
Ni**as are Senile, they Should take a Sit//

Hook x2: Proph The GaWd
These Mummies are Bees//
These Mummies are Sweet//
These Mummies are hot//
I got Em like Mhmhmh Yeah im the Sh*t//
Yeah I'm the Sh*t//
Yeah I'm the Sh*t //

Verse 2: Franklin Cixx
Fast Life, Dolce niggas//
Meditating Levitating as if theres no force of Gravity//
My tats are Graffity//
Cartoons & Cereal, no Tatoos & Promices//
I'm Just a YouniN' who'se ouchea living that freaky Life//
These Mummies are Freaky//
Theire Bodies are Thick//
Oh Lord they can get it Loreta, Sgeddit//
I Phucks with these Nuns//
Truust I'm not Dolce//
These Mummies Go' Bust when they find out//
What I spat in the past//
Got em lames sayin' bravo//
All the Mummies Goin' Calvo//
Still they Hot//
Got em Lames Yellin' Bravo//
Guess I did it, niggas admit it am Levels//
Me & these Mummiez we Revels//
Me ' My ni**as we Rebels//
Mr Franklin is High, Oh Lord I Swear I'm an Aircraft//
Mr Franklin is High, now The Pilots are Mad, Haha//
Even the Lord is Mad, Coz I'm Spitting Verses with Darkness//
Nigga he Suicidal//
I am after the Tittle//
Purple Drank I Sip, After that I'm Swink//
Cop a Mummie, take her home with Me//
Silver Bullets on Our Drinks//
Next thing we be all Night//
First thing in the Morning I tell her take Yo' Clothes & Leave//
I watch her Leave, as I Delete her 10s//
Don't you call me ama call you//
Don't you come back ama fetch you//
when I need you//
Coz am after Your sister//

Hook x2: Proph The GaWd
These Mummies are Bees//
These Mummies are Sweet//
These Mummies are hot//
I got Em like Mhmhmh Yeah im the Sh*t//
Yeah I'm the Sh*t//
Yeah I'm the Sh*t //

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