Frankie Sinatra

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, you don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso, what did they say?

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, you don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso, what did they say?

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie me boy you don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso, what did they say?

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, you don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso, what did they say?

Frankie, me boy, you 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 surfin' out here while I'm drivin'

Where your registration, OG license

'Cause of that interior your bitch wanna ride this

Great Grand Vodka, dick got low jack

White hoes callin' and they asking where the dope at

What-what-whatever

Modern day Samuel, I roll with that Sinatra

Off a pastor's prayer and we're off like my daka

Listen to the soundtrack, written on maracas

M I A and the joker sent from Sri Lanka

I divide and conquer rolling Willy Wonka

Baby momma wanna suck the Don off at the concert

And they gets no play 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 you don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso, what did they say?

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, you don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso, what did they say?

Frankie me boy you don't know

You have the perfect 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 and I just might lie

Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs

Underground they got us on top of the world

Took the bitch for oysters now my tongue on her pearl

So fuck what you say, do this shit my way

Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way

Take some vodka sip slow rocka

I rip rhymes since the day of Frankie Crocker, I

Photo stalking stalk

Known for his killin' right hook to make rocky bra

That's no poppy cock pirate

Who can keep blindly, or can keep briery

Tie lee, or keep is one hunnid

From the hikes and all the lights solemn come from one fit

Come with that head banger booty for the ass

Would have gave that whoolie ten noogies for the cash

Dash, dip slow on that marijuan'

Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan

Or Frank Sinatra, mon