Frankie Sinatra

[Refrão]D A Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ahhh, Frank Sinatra Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) D A Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank Sinatra Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) D A Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank Sinatra Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) D A Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank Sinatra Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso verse 1 D Off this rocker, he's off his rocker A Please Mr officer I only had some vodka Em Little marijuana just a few Vicodin A Only reefer swervin' out here while I’m driving D Where your registration, OG license A Because of that interior your bitch wanna ride this Em Plate red bold cat, dick got LoJack A White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at A What? Whatever D Modern day Sammy hit I wrote with that Sinatra A All for pasta, spray in her mouth like Binaca Em Listening to salsa, rhythm of maracas A M.I.A. on the job sipping in Sri Lanka D I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka A Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert Em A And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra bitch A I do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra bitch Do this shit my way [Refrão]D A Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank Sinatra Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) D A Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank Sinatra Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Em Frankie me boy don't know A You have the perfect voice to sing calypso verse 2 D I'm so high, you're so high A If I take another sip, then I just might die Em Take another sip then I just might lie A Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs D Underground nigga but on top of the world A Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl Em So fuck what you say, do this shit my way A Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way verse 3 D Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka ock A Writ rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rocked Em From more stocky stock A Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block D That's no poppy cock pirate A We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate Em Dilate, we keep it 100 A From the heights of Northern Lights D To Southern Comfort, one fifth Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass A Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash Em Or dash, dip slow on a marathon A Or maybe he gon' sing Calypso like Farrakhan A Or Frank Sinatra mon