Lyrics:
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
Dirt,
Some call it magic,
Call it love, at first sight,
But you got this aura,
Slow dancing to Frank Sinatra,
Some call it butterflies,
Call it sparks, 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
(PS) its Guap (PS)Guap (PS)Guap Season Guap Guap Guap Guap Season
FUCK U THINKIN
(fuck u thinkin)
HANNNN
Ben frank and Lincoln's
Jefferson's
can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I
too long
Bamboozled by love
I said she fooled around too long
Now I am mad and getting meaner
I am here and she is gone
And the reason you have not seen
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
'll love this joint. We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am
with your hand out
Nothing, you gets nada
He say I never cared or gave a fuck about him
And then I ghost him, cause I love power
Yeah
But that's life
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
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
'ma have it my way, I ain't talking Frank Sinatra
Got an ex hoe, that vents to me about her problems
Bitch I got my own, and it's this hoe I still follow
Catch me if you can on some Leo shit
I'm just being frank
Can you handle this
Since a young kid I've been running shit
I done growed up now I'm running
Sneakers and jeans
Love machine
Got me crazy like i've never been
Gotta have you by any means
And in between
Let me embrace you on my mind
You
feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I
To earn a living out of living life
Sinatra did it, hoping so can I
On God
I been on my own and you been on my mind
I been on my own and you been on my
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little
Now I
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
inspired by Kenzo
The roof is like Ghostface, can it be so simple
40 keys in a rental
My dogs bring it back, now you name a better kennel
I keep cash,
Biggie's Talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso
Little Ceas:
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped
Your success took a shot at you
What are you gonna to do now?
How are you gonna kill it?
You're gonna become unsuccessful?
Frank, you can be
we would be together
So baby here's one last love letter
I hope that this one finally says it all
If you come back then I'll put the gun back
And I
Your success took a shot at you
What are you gonna to do now?
How are you gonna kill it?
You're gonna become unsuccessful?
Frank, you can be
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