Lyrics:
For my City YNG Travs
Official lyrics written by Jesse Travaglione
This ones for my city throw them 4s up
Way Before the fame they act like they
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
ever needed
Lean is all natural, I'm uber back seated
Date night with honey luv, chocolate is decadent
Melanin is full strength Fatally she feminine
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
Superior is an option and my synopsis
Is that I'm Frank Sinatra
On the roster, top running
Running races with my own shadow
Look in the mirror then I start
have just done it Frank Sinatra's way
I'm sitting pretty in my Felix snobby dah
Christmas boxers in July
I think I just got pricked by a cactus
Saluting
Verse 1:
In the circle of life, we dance and we sway,
Love and death intertwined, in our hearts they play,
Like Frank Sinatra sang, let's live 'til
But I 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
know ya
(until I know ya)
Yea huh
Let me hear the song that sync
I wonder what song she'll sing
Would it be your Frank Sinatra hit or maybe a tune by
arrangement creating an engagement
Tapping toe cocktail party
Frank Sinatra's already starting
Cat's singing to the moon
Rat's smoking, consuming booze
Now
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
mouth
Now I want a golden taste
And when I leave this earth meet me at the golden gates (HA!)
All I see is commas
And all I see is franks
If you ain’t
we call him rat man
I'm like Frank Sinatra with the jazz hands
Ugly ass boy with his "bruvahs" that sleep in a trash can
This is the cheesiest shit
, Sinatra, we all want Frank
Bend my heart, bend my eye, but I won't break
Gratata pop out like hot bread
Don't burn tongue ma, trine bite down so quick
see it in your eyes
I can tell by what you're drinking
Open plains diamond roses and golden rain
Float away this the life we crave
Eating steak
to fight like I been a boxer
I left my keys in the car and for a minute I quit being god
I'm Frank Sinatra sitting inside Synagogue with Siddartha
George
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B.
with
Frank Sinatra's big band by my side
It's an unavoidable cliche
I wish it didn't have to be that way
Because I love you is what I'm trying to say
But
Christmas night
With all the family
The background played Frank Sinatra
A few weeks later you were gone
I hope that maybe somewhere
You're in another form
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck, I did it my way
A million sold before
Frank Sinatra miscellaneous
It's Fate, Baby, It's Fate
Betty: You better make your mind up
Not to stall with me
Start playing ball with me
Your
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