Lyrics:
The gram
Then I double tap your bitch Cause she my closest fan
I don’t give a damn
I don’t give a fuck
But if you show me love
Then we going up aye
Never
sobbed
For Frank no one said prayers
On an old oak tree Frank was hung
As the mob posed for pictures
In the Georgia wind he swung
Surrounded by the racist
felt so good ex's are mad at me
I'm glad I got you by my side we on now
Waited for so long new love is born now
I'll treat you good I think you know why
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Tryin' to find a little privacy, oh me
There'd been too much
the room for me to take you for a ride so I can fly you to the moon I
Ain't no Frank Sinatra
But I'm the best of Soul
And if you'd like to know
What it's
This Love In Black-crt
Life Is Just What You Make It “Triple 777”, How I Complete
Sponsored By Crowd
I Raise More Than cn Empty Seat
Monster Full
Shame
And that's life or whatever Frank Sinatra said
Looking at this trashed apartment like I know you fucked up again
And I'ma fuck you how I mean it
you can't move your right side
And one day you step off the curb at 68th by Lincoln center and bang
You get hit by a bus and then, maybe, you die
Sinatra and stand for president
Painting by numbers is easy to do
Painting by numbers I want to paint you
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
Right now I just really need my space
You don't fit the picture in the frame
Argue daily driving me insane
I ain't Sinatra girl but I'll be frank
Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way'
I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied
We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide
"Young Sinatra" "It's like this, man, niggas
Man niggas know not to fuck around
With this shit though
I don't give a fuck how
Nasty niggas get" "Nah
This an example how to run it up off the muscle
Love everybody but disrespect me and it's fuck you
I'm getting high getting fly like I'm walking
miss me my little missie
Don't fear I can keep you real close, stay here I can take you to a show
And we'll dance all night, to the Frank Sinatra song
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon
I'm in love with fools like you
I'm in love with doing the twist
I'm in love with the bodies that scream
They fall
wrote them all by hand to hand to you
And P.S. I love you
P.S. I love you
Yes I'd be a fool to ever let you pass by
And I'd be a liar if I said I
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line.
The weather's cool. The folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some
and put my tax on it
Nigga, I don't do nothin' for free (bitch)
The Double R truck sit in front of the mansion
I cashed out four hunnid Gs (bitch)
You
at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van
moonlight Sonata
Giovanni in Opera slash Frank Sinatra
I can take the pain out your eyes
Like eye doctors
You can fall back with no hands
Cause I got ya
Tell
Try and kill me you'll never succeed
Try and kill me you'll never succeed
Try and kill me you'll never succeed
I'm trying to rich in spirit and Ps
Run away with me
I feel free like a summer breeze by Bee Gees
On the beach while you’re here with me
Completes all my dreams of a life of ease
I
some bullets that so round
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya
Throw on some frank sinatra
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