Lyrics:
thing I drink is fruit punch
Okay son you wanna turn your car off
And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please?
Where we goin' officer?
thing I drink is fruit punch
Okay son you wanna turn your car off
And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please?
Where we goin' officer?
yo blood my boy, so what you speaking bout
Slice ya tongue up all up into bits, it broken English now
I think it's best to leave it out
Thinking that
of a comparison
If you think about why did it take
So long for the new Yeezys to
Come out? Why did I have to leave
One group and go to another
Group? Why did that
long sweet body lying next to mine
Could certainly
Raise my spirits
'Cause what the world needs now
Is a new Frank Sinatra
So I can get you in
heart sometimes it give out
Thanks for asking
FLEX Sinatra bitch no disrespect to Frank
We smell like kush in BOA they say we disrespect the bank
I hate
Put in work, lil' nigga, ain't shit for free
All these old niggas hatin' on me, uh
Sit in your wheelchair, huh, I think it's time to leave
"You ain't
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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
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
(Every single day that I wake up)
(I can't tell you how lucky I feel)
(That I get to continue the legacy of my idols)
(Frank Sinatra, Elvis
the magic I got the spell
I'm a Zack you a screech save by the bell ring ring
I'm a fly rich nigga full ah bling bling smell like money stinking
Young uptown
it's workin ain't shit I can do
Yea he sing like Frank Sinatra
How he leaking, yea I know
Them bullets told his soul it had to leave em
He ain't going
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
straight
frank sinatra do it my way
one day I’ma be self made n anything u want, u got it, i’ll pay
before u go and judge me
and assume my stereotype
can u
Yeah, one-two one-two, yeah
Man this sound like the outro, this sound like the end of the album
You know what I'm saying? This is the end
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
crash and fall and
I am four kinds of dope like I’m an Adderall
Smash it all, I am your destructor
I am Frank Sinatra; catch me at the Luxor
Rap Steven
Yo this that Disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna
I could get it how I wanna if I wanna I don’t wanna
Facebook scrolling through some
You can google me nigga i'ma-, put
Your biggest nigga out there
I'ma knock his bitch ass out
Nigga let's get it crackin', nigga
Fuck the laws, niggan
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
Ahem
I'd like for you to take this time
And remember where you was the first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you
to be the same
Can’t even leave the crib without a mask on
Yeah
If you don’t wash your hands it’s cause you nasty
Yeah
Time keep passin’ by, we ain’t got
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