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 haven't got the 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 this rocker He's off his rocker Please Mr officer I only had some vodka Little marijuana just a few Vicodin Only reefer swervin' out here while I'm driving Where your registration, OG license Because of that interior your bitch wanna ride this Plate red bold cat, dick got LoJack White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at What Whatever Modern day Sammy hit I wrote with that Sinatra All for pasta, spray in her mouth like Binaca Listening to salsa, rhythm of maracas MIA on the job sipping in Sri Lanka I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka Baby momma 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 haven't got the voice to sing calypso what did they say Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy don't know You haven't got the voice to sing calypso what did they say Frankie me boy don't know You haven't got the voice voice to sing calypso I'm so high, you're so high If I take another sip, 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, do this shit my way Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka ock Writ rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rocked From more stocky stock Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block That's no poppy cock pirate We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate Dilate We keep it 100 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 Pssss, haha Fuck off, man One two, alright