Lyrics:
Get up, boy, shit
Came with these niggas, take me out the streets, I'm a father
Bitch, I got a son, I love, and a daughter
My kids gon' show the same
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
Hey yo black it's time
If you knew my streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
Who snitchin', who told police
Who came
of the Apocalypse, evil keep movin' politics
Every block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolis
The opposite of Liza Minelli and Frank Sinatra
Alicia Keys, Nas
Frank Sinatra miscellaneous
Dance Ballerina Dance
Dance, ballerina, dance
And do your pirouette in rhythm
With your achin' heart
Dance, ballerina,
road to all my friends
cnd I won't ask again
Hey father, son and holy ghost
Where is Frank Sinatra when we need him most
Forever haunting a casino
5 tourettes
In other words, I squeeze with ease
Dot my I’s and cross my T’s
I’m a perfectionist the lesson is
Fuck everyone assessing this
It’s
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
of focus, finally, found sight
You won't tell me how you feel, got me, so tight
Look
Im not gonna press you cuz I really do respect you
Is this love? Or just
had like 6 shots but I took one cuz my aim is different
And I dont care i Stay independent
I'm so Sinatra that's a Frank decision
Switch the focus dont
for her son
Lookin' for love in the world of rock and roll is where it begun
It was Alabama, Ted Nugent
Alice Cooper, Randy Travis
Aerosmith kept my
know what to do
But if you really love me then I guess I'll see it through
I'll play you Frank Sinatra while we flying to the moon
My parents tell me
(Love you)
Got these women saying (I'll take of care of you)
And your momma saying (Love you)
Picture Frank Sinatra fucking cocking a tool
When I leave
heart
Take my hand, I know this is just the start
I want a love with you like theirs
I knew I felt it walking down those stairs
I wanna remember us this
on hundred on the highway
Homie, you're a Monday i'm a Friday
Young Sinatra, get it my way
Bad boy and you liking it
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide to Mr take
(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is
(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is
dope that look like Frank Sinatra
Whoever knew a measly forty cell would get some years out me
But I gotta stay strong for my son, ain't no tears
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,
idea what this says love you sincerely Jr Sinatra
I dot my t's and cross my I's
The rooftop
Is it something that I need or is it not
Don't be fake I
taste better than anything I've been sipping on
Baby, I love being your last call
Girl, lock the door, little Frank Sinatra while I watch you dance
magic
Pay fifty thousand so the ho suck my dick
Bitch I finance the head I
Pay three hundred a week
Bitch you know what it is bitch
It's Frank Sinatra
30
a smile on my face
And a hand in the air like JFK
That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker, that Charles Mingus
That Frank Sinatra
Talking all that jazz
Talking
pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big band sound
I want music in
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