Lyrics:
Yea that's 87 Cutlass
On them dubs n****
I love weed I love money iIlove guns n****
I love wemon that aint b******
They addictin
They like drugs
(Noreaga) big Pun
In honor, in honor yeah
I got love, a tatoo don't make a thug
Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
I know you love it when
hold up, hold up
Now they got me wearing Versace?
White Hugo Boss suit, I look like Frank Sinatra
All up in Sicily, me and my guidos casino, missin'
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
on a Tree
Be carful bc these niggas creep
They'll take yo kindness like you weak
It be them same niggas that u Grew up wit that u really
Start to beef
I be
a love affair with America. But instead, they're here on Sunday night, worshipping this man who's demon-possessed!
I ask you, Mr. Frank Zappa, what kind
is three-quarters
Almost lost myself in words of love you often quoted
Now the messages are coming already decoded
To be frank with you I'm not
on Friday, hit it my way
Like Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the cops come show the prescription from the docta
I puff cause I got ta'
This stuff
bumpin' some Frank Ocean
Like, "Hi, miss I don't even mean to creep on you
I was hoping you could be mine," and she's like:
"Um, I have a boyfriend, he
This dodi got me stankin like piss
But I rock expensive cologne
I went to Ps from them nicks
But I still sell by the zone
Hell yeah I been through
jade
The wolf of squirt street
I did it my way
Like frank sinatra
With 10 times the spray
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those
I ain't never seen her in my life
Man jus want the Ps, and alot of trees
Two peng tings by my side
Switch that, Richie Millie and ice
Switch that, man
You asked me for a love song
Like Elvis to his muse
It won’t be Frank Sinatra
But I’ll see what I can do
Love is in the air
Like pollen in
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song. it's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. it's
to do'
Well I'm curious by nature
It's clear that Paul's a stranger to Chris
And that day was the 15th
The PS said to meet at The Pits
A quiet spot
Where
the cause
Get a boy down and I'm getting in Ps
I love dripping in sauce
One day, I'm doing up trap
Then I'm doing up stage, still giving 'em raw
Fresh
it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just
chest
That I need to say
Always prideful never spiteful
Dull- but it's okay
I'm so Levi, so Leon, so Frank Sinatra
Be my Ada, my Ava, sing your sonata
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Dear, I thought I drop a line
The weather is cool
The fooks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you
Yesterday we had some rain
Square Got 30 bands up In my pocket, said it's not fair
I told my man, no don't you pop it, No, not right here I love your Body, baby, rubbin' all through
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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