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DHL – Frank Ocean

Love that I, love that I give
That is not all that I give up
Uh, uh-huh
Love that I, love that I give
Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh
That is not all that I give up

Look at them shakes, uh-huh
Made up a dance
How come you shook? (Uh)
But I ain't took out my hands
Beans, Starbucks, starstruck
Bitch comin' soon, yeah, that's 'cause you suck, yeah
(Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off
Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off)
That's comin' soon (Suck my dick, huh)
Come on, I'm back, I want my babe
Stayin' alert, I'm going steady
'Cause on 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 DHL
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack, came from DHL
Just got off like a bail
I got 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 DHL
We get the check, bail (Like it longterm like the pill)
I got a pack, came from DHL
Just caught up on a pill
I got a

Niggas think it's new, it ain't new, boy
Old files just turned two, yeah, flu, 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 the Uber
Smiley face, factory casing, ain't bust it down, yeah
I laugh and I forgave it, violations, ain't seen 'em around, yeah
Could 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 vibes and I can't get down, what to do, yeah
New vibes, really can't get down to the pool, yeah
New glist' sittin' on the cyst on my wrist, yeah
New bitch ridin' on my dick like a kick, yeah
All in a day then 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
How'd he sleep? Faith is in the coffee bean
Roman numerals, niggas pourin' up Ivy Leagues, 'spose
Double D's exposed, throw some beats
Fuckin' these hoes, leave, now my fuckin' floor stores
Move me slow, yes
Ooh, he TX, XTC rollin'
You seen my bag, it's swollen, I want more, I can't even fold it
I drop you a pin like I'm bowling
You want it, so now you up on it
Breakfast and dinners is plenty, we spend all that time alone, alone
Watchin' the clouds roll, woah

Just got a pack, came from the DHL
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack, woah, a pack, yeah
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack on DHL
Just caught up with a pill
There it is, woo
DHL, just caught 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 jugg, sellin' records out the trunk
I'm already rich as fuck so the products in the front
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
But we been fuckin' from the jump

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