Kishore Kumar Hits

Frank Ocean - DHL lyrics

Artist: Frank Ocean

album: DHL


Love that I, love that I give
That is not love that I get from you
(Uh, uh-huh)
Love that I, love that I give
That is not love that I get from you
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh)
Look at them shakes, uh-huh (that is not love)
Made up a dance (that I get)
How come you shook (from you)
When I ain't took out my hands?
Beans, Starbucks, starstruck
Bitch coming soon, yeah
That's 'cause you suck, yeah (suck me, suck me, suck me)
That's coming soon (suck my dick, uh)
Come on, I'm back, I want my babe
Stayin' alert, I'm goin' steady
'Cause all my chains, diamonds keep callin'
Findin' the key, put it in, Kawasaki
Totin' that Amazon (Amazon)
Shit like 6'5" (shit like 6'5")
Take back, rewind, now I rewind
Ooh, ooh, baby, be mine (baby, be mine)
Ooh, ooh, baby, be mine
Just got a pack, came from the DHL, just got up with a pack
Got out a pack, came from the DHL, just got off like a bail
Got out a pack, new ones in my jail
Just got out, found a pack, I got a pack
(Been in jail, been in jail, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just got a pack, came from the DHL
We get the check, bail (like it long-term like the pill)
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up on a pill, I got a–
Niggas think it's new, it ain't new, boy
Old files just turned two, yeah, it flew, yeah
Still sound like it's comin' soon, comin' soon, yeah
Still sound like it's comin' soon, tell the truth, yeah
Boy-toy suck me like a Hoover, like a Hoover
Boy-toy ride me like a Uber, like a Uber
Smiley face, factory case, ain't bust it down, yeah
I left it, I forgave their violations, ain't seen 'em around
Yet to test it, wavy pool, sit behind the pool
I'm tellin' the truth, bro
Remind me of trade, brushin' his waves
Shit look like ramen noodles
Fuck, this shit sound like it's comin' soon, comin' soon, bro
And it still sound like it's comin' soon, comin' soon
New files sittin' on my drive, nothin' new, yeah
New fobs and I can't get down, what to do? Yeah
New fobs, really can't get down to the pool, yeah
New glist' sittin' on a cyst on my wrist, yeah
New bitch ridin' on my dick like a kit, yeah
All of them days when I paid for the studio rate
Instead of the rent, yeah
Now I can hang in this bitch every day
Wait for some inspiration to hit me
Look like I'm dressed for a hike
But I really look like I'm in Paris and shit, yeah
Look like I'm dressed for a camp
'Cause I'm pitchin' a bag like I'm pitchin' a tent, yeah
This ain't no fuckin' hopes and dreams, it's prophecy
Hardly sleep, faith was in the coffee bean
Roman numerals, niggas pourin' up Ivy Leagues, fours
Double D's exposed, throw some beads
Fuckin' these hoes, leave, now my fuckin' flow's stole
Screw me slow, yes
Ooh, he TX, XTC rollin'
You seen my bag, it's swollen
Rimowa, I can't even fold it
I drop you a pin like I'm bowling
We moanin' 'til not even mornin'
Breakfast and dinners is blendin'
We spend all that time alone (alone)
Watchin' the clouds roll, woah
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, woah, a pack, yeah
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack on DHL
Just caught up with a pill
There it is, woo
DHL, just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came up on DHL
Just came up with a pack
I got a pack, came up on DHL
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack, came up on DHL
Just got off with the pack
Independent jug, sellin' records out the trunk
I'm already rich as fuck, so the product's in the front
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
But we been fuckin' from the jump (jump, jump, jump, jump)

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Other albums by the artist

Similar artists