Frankie Sinatra

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Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 Off his rocker, he's off his rocker
 Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
 Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
 Only reefer swervin' over here while I'm driving
 Where your registration, OG license?
 'Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
 Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
 White hoes callin' and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
 What-whatever
 Modern day Sammy, how I roll with that Sinatra
 All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
 Listenin' to salsa, rhythm of maracas
 M.I.A., Anna Nicole, just sippin' in Sri Lanka
 I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
 Baby mama wanna suck the dong up at the concert
 And they gets no pay
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 I'm so high, you're so high
 If I take another sniff, then I just might die
 Take another sip, then I just might lie
 Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
 Underground nigga, but on top of the world
 Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
 So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
 Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
 Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
 From more stocky stock
 Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
 That's no poppycock, pirate
 We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
 Dilate, or keep it one hundred
 From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
 One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
 Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
 Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
 Or maybe he gon' sing calypso like Farrakhan
 Or Frank Sinatra, mon
 
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 Off his rocker, he's off his rocker
 Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
 Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
 Only reefer swervin' over here while I'm driving
 Where your registration, OG license?
 'Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
 Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
 White hoes callin' and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
 What-whatever
 Modern day Sammy, how I roll with that Sinatra
 All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
 Listenin' to salsa, rhythm of maracas
 M.I.A., Anna Nicole, just sippin' in Sri Lanka
 I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
 Baby mama wanna suck the dong up at the concert
 And they gets no pay
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 I'm so high, you're so high
 If I take another sniff, then I just might die
 Take another sip, then I just might lie
 Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
 Underground nigga, but on top of the world
 Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
 So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
 Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
 Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
 From more stocky stock
 Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
 That's no poppycock, pirate
 We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
 Dilate, or keep it one hundred
 From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
 One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
 Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
 Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
 Or maybe he gon' sing calypso like Farrakhan
 Or Frank Sinatra, mon
 
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 Off his rocker, he's off his rocker
 Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
 Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
 Only reefer swervin' over here while I'm driving
 Where your registration, OG license?
 'Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
 Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
 White hoes callin' and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
 What-whatever
 Modern day Sammy, how I roll with that Sinatra
 All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
 Listenin' to salsa, rhythm of maracas
 M.I.A., Anna Nicole, just sippin' in Sri Lanka
 I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
 Baby mama wanna suck the dong up at the concert
 And they gets no pay
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 I'm so high, you're so high
 If I take another sniff, then I just might die
 Take another sip, then I just might lie
 Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
 Underground nigga, but on top of the world
 Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
 So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
 Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
 Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
 From more stocky stock
 Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
 That's no poppycock, pirate
 We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
 Dilate, or keep it one hundred
 From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
 One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
 Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
 Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
 Or maybe he gon' sing calypso like Farrakhan
 Or Frank Sinatra, mon
 
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 Off his rocker, he's off his rocker
 Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
 Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
 Only reefer swervin' over here while I'm driving
 Where your registration, OG license?
 'Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
 Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
 White hoes callin' and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
 What-whatever
 Modern day Sammy, how I roll with that Sinatra
 All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
 Listenin' to salsa, rhythm of maracas
 M.I.A., Anna Nicole, just sippin' in Sri Lanka
 I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
 Baby mama wanna suck the dong up at the concert
 And they gets no pay
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Ah, Frankie Sinatra
 Ah, Frank Sinatra
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 What did they say?
 Frankie, me boy, don't know
 You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
 I'm so high, you're so high
 If I take another sniff, then I just might die
 Take another sip, then I just might lie
 Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
 Underground nigga, but on top of the world
 Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
 So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
 Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
 Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
 Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
 From more stocky stock
 Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
 That's no poppycock, pirate
 We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
 Dilate, or keep it one hundred
 From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
 One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
 Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
 Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
 Or maybe he gon' sing calypso like Farrakhan
 Or Frank Sinatra, mon
 

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Duration
03:44
Key
2
Tempo
96 BPM

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