Black Sinatra Lyrics
[Chorus]
Call me black Sinatra, Call me black Sinatra, Call me black Sinatra Mob ties high notes like the opera
[Verse 1]
This that Drake mixed with kanye
I just told mantis to hit play
Im so ice cube today was a good day
I didn't even have to pull out my AK (uh)
This my 88 flow
Small faces 20's thats that 88 doe
Oops i did it again addicted to moving britney
Bobby brown for your jaws
Dont end up like Whitney
My dress code is extra Hov
My Title is El jefe get me extra hoes
Uh yeah shout out Miami DC
Trynna find my voice like d.o.c
Amber told me dont want anyone average
Next thing i know she with 21 savage
Damn do i seem scorned
Amber alert All roses have thorns
The Peoples champ I'll serve u a dime
Hand to hand with it iron mike in his prime
I still want the crib that uncle phil had
Immaculate conception Jesus is my real dad
Uber helicoper helipad u never had
All them zippers yeah im Michael Jackson bad
But Call me black Sinatra
Mob ties high notes like the opera
Bumping Biggie who shot ya
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I been ready to die
But the flow is life after death
Cruise slow blowing thick smoke
Finesse Steve Urkel's making statements to Carl Winslow's
Crack music cocaine flows
96 money i flipped of 36o's
Tell the waiter bring over more petrus
Gage still rules more frozen in the Hesus
(Uh) frozen in the Hesus
I fantasize bout this back home in D.C
Merci merci me im winning in miami
(Uh) winning in miami
Tops come down chicks tops come down
Topless say the titties is out
Im clark kent when im out
Uh you can tell this is a freestyle
Black sinatra i did it my way
You now watching the throne no Jay or kanye
(Laughs)
Mantis... Lync... heatrock ENT More rich than famous
We all over the globe
I started over the stove
Wet willies call a cab
Till we hella bent
I send for your bitch (Laughs)
(yeah i was fcking around there)
[Chorus]
Call me black Sinatra, Call me black Sinatra, Call me black Sinatra Mob ties high notes like the opera
Call me black Sinatra, Call me black Sinatra, Call me black Sinatra Mob ties high notes like the opera
