Lyrics:
get wasted on drank
King Of The Hill like I'm Hank
Sleepin' the pilly a jank
Takin' a flight, Copacabana
Let's keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank
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
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
at his dead children's burnt remains
I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons
The P's breathe
Hussein
Still alive lookin' at his dead children's burnt remains
I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man, y'all need some
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
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
way
Tik Tok dancing all over this beat and shit
Get productive, get your bread, stack your money, get it ho!
By the end of this song, I bet I'll get you
way
Tik Tok dancing all over this beat and shit
Get productive, get your bread, stack your money, get it ho!
By the end of this song, I bet I'll get you
tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack
Sinatra
I am big poppy, hello turned into que pasa
Ayo flex, give me a couple minutes
You could play any beat, and i'll body it 'til it's finished
I
will get better
It ain't better when we’re dead
Yeah, things are complicated
They’re the masters of the trade
So we move in no direction
And live out
Frankie told Lola, "Honey, can't you see that I'll jump start you if
you'll kick start me."
Frankie and Lola, tryin' to get together again.
So they
'm the freak type
Get head and lay meat right
Y'all niggas burned bridges
I coulda had y'all tight a yo I spit this
Tellin' y'all to live wit this
I coulda had
live in the club and you all know (We f'd up!)
f'd up beyond all recognition
Tryna get this light skinned thang in position
And I'mma keep it
Simple sweet guitar
Humbled by the bass
So when the beat kicks in
Everything falls into place
And it overpowers me
I can't help but dance
You
(What? yeah)
Way before I rocked out tours
Or fucked on groupie whores
Frank Zulu Better
Don't blemish my image
By mentioning
Subpar competitors (Nah)
Met
you know
I got a 48-track studio back at the crib
So drop by you know where I live
I see you all the time but on another note
Would you like to dance
his soul, don't leave us early that's a burden not one of us controls
But if you certain get your word in live it comfortable
Just see the purpose if
celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute
The block Frank Sinatra, thirty thousand feet up
last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra
Young
Young Sinatra
It's like this, man, niggas, man
Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit though
I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get
Nah son
Sick and twisted I can kick it
We're just licking, spliff just get lifted
Some say I'ma misfit by the way that I'm drifting
But this get's
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