Lyrics:
in a day (Work)
Quarter platinum plaques in the hallway (Money)
Not Frank Sinatra but I did it my way (Mine)
Cut the top off the coupe, that's
ooh, chairman of the board, no Frank Sinatra, met the devil
Down in Georgia, went to Florida with some shottas, I'm in Southern California by the
Border,
all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor
Ain't nuttin nice
From hood to hood, love
come on, jump
Man, stop moshin' Marshall, oh my God, ya
Doin' the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra
Plegic, boogyin' down to Frank Sinatra
Somebody told me
I know where to go
Somebody showed me
I was last to know
Sell me down the river
Sell me down the river
Sell me down
and papayas
Shrimp and hot sauce throw it in some pasta
Iced tea infused with Ganja
We all got moves like Frank Sinatra
Oo we just flew into La La LAND
La
you know I’m still a rudebwoy (2x)
[Bridge: Frank Knight]
Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down
Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it
Get a bar from the smooth Black Frank Sinatra
I sit back and watch ya hit the weed one time
Now you on the dance floor doin' the cha-cha
I got
Yea
B Frank in the motherfucker mane
We got some of that 22 shit
But we gon take you back a lil bit
Make you move a lil bit
You feel me
This the type
the block
Smokin' on heavyweight, bitch, and it don't stop
Don't quit, don't trip, I gotcha
Get a bar from the smooth Black Frank Sinatra
I sit back
mates
Remember when I was holding racks on MySpace
Frank Sinatra did it my way
Back in my day
It was still Instant Grams
110 on the high way
We play for
ambiguity: So what's a
Nigga ‘sposed to do?
Tell ‘em put the guns down
Or tell lil nigga shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me
Do the same shit to you it's
debutantes
Keepin' a legacy goin' by flowin' so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin' what we been sowin' like a seamstress
Now listen
]
B-E double N I-E Franks
who want to come test me now think
the game is over its officially my time
you fuck around nigga and get ya label shut down
who
I pray to the saints and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
Frank Sinatra miscellaneous
I Wish I Didn't Love You So
I wish I didn't love you so
My love for you should have faded long ago
I wish I didn't need
Bank
Is Ben Frank
Call me Mr Benjamin
I go by Mr Get The Pot Right
I Been Whippin Up
I been Cooking All night
Put them bitches in a pot
I only like em if
all the way around the fuckin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,
Q.B. Braveheart nigga...
[Verse 1]
Was classified as the bastard
Simple sweet guitar
Humbled by the bass
So when the beat kicks in
Everything falls into place
And it overpowers me
I can't help but dance
You
feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt,
nigga wanna touch me
But you know it turn out ugly, ooh
Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach
That's just me and my engineer, hope it don't go
wit me (ain't fuckin' wit me).
That's what I be (that's what I be); big dope celebrity.
[Verse 1: Frank Calhoune]
North 20-Nameth Street; I been
the late a.m
School comes and then I'm late again
Not hating, I'm just waiting
To let go of those who drag me down
A burden on my shoulders like hand me
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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