Lyrics:
about her cousin hold on
Swear I give them keys out like Frank Sinatra
They question how I got this double cup without the doctor
Or how I turn a camel
eyes and you could pretend you're me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis
bitch I'm a mobster
I'm Frank Sinatra meets Silkk the Shocker
I make 'em say uh, Whodi what's up?
Na-na na-na, I'm still not done not giving fucks
D.F.Y.
life of mine to keep it Frank it's a bitch
But I love her to death
So till death do us part
Paint brush in my hand you see the hustles a art
And I Paint
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
played
But now I'm starting
To see Sinatra was just a phase
I thought that it was real love, real love
You really thought you had me there
I thought that
Singing to Frank Sinatra
I never want to go
I never want to leave
I always want you with me
I would’ve never thought
You’d be the one I want
Can’t imagine
a lot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast
Frank Sinatra, yea I'm holding it down
She in love with the kid but I got to leave and go get it
Now you know you can't talk about me if you ain't living
and him too
'Cause don't none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through
And all that superficial shit you love I'm just not into
And when
Sinatra
I am big poppy, hello turned into que pasa
Ayo flex, give me a couple minutes
You could play any beat, and i'll body it 'til it's finished
I
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
he got a double
Somewhere on an island you gotta love it
Retirement plan in a Louis duffle yea
I know somebody named Frank
Homie from the way, he know
old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
Okay... my sound drenches, each
a Rari used to drive a black Elantra so high Wiz Khalifa I love smoking ganja
I drop the top listen to Frank Sinatra
money in the way
Of all the hate they throw my way
Nothing but the best for me, I feel like Frank Sinatra
Come on, won't you fly with me
I bet I'll take
that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
no muggy manny man gonna feel this shit here tramp
try out the (?) bobby land rasta man one land one land live one land love
you come you come you
a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain't a actor so it's all facts,
but I'm a make it work
Ugh
Stay smooth like Frank Sinatra my styles hands on
I'm like a doctor Be one with your universe
Till you feel it deep in your
of lag, but Ima make it work
Ugh
Stay smooth like Frank Sinatra my styles hands on I’m like a doctor Be one with your universe
Till you feel it deep in your
as an heirloom
Not for lookin' dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin' for love in the industry you'll be let down
They
You've got me singing these songs
Frank Sinatra all day long
Walking on sidewalks at noon
Singing those tunes
I think they wrote them for you
Walking
and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
What happened in that hotel room
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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