I don’t love her it, don’t mean nothing
I should let her rock the mic let her sing something ( let her sing something)
My money love me I’m romantic to it
Bitch we gone thug it when it’s pressure we don’t panic through it
How you can’t keep up with your image you created it
When it’s all said and done we gone be the last standing
Niggas fu thats why I vanished
Hold her hands while I beat her from the back cause I’m romantic
They say “Sinatra how you feeling?”
Bitch fantastic
Selling all these versus I should wrap them up in plastic
I need the one that’s new and go the fastest
I know this rap shit gotta work cause I ain’t going to no more classes
Do your shit, that’s what my partner say
I say that’s great advice
AMGs them come with maintenance fees
I’m up, I pay the price
That bitch bad but shorty homeless though
Where the fuck you staying tonight
These lil blogs been starting to say my name but they ain’t saying it right
Speaking of blogs shoutout What’s the Word
Sintra 23rd is you sure?
(Huh?)
The one that got new fans in every state but he ain’t toured
(Me?)
The one these niggas call all day for features and get ignored
(Him?)
Mr. Never Make a Bad Song?
(Sinatra?)
Do I even gotta say more?
I’m the hardest out my city
Dare a nigga say something
I’m a big dog you don’t weigh nothing
I had to drop out of college none of them jobs really don’t make nothing
I’m a rap star
And I thank God for how life went cause if I had to I’d be a trap star getting a trap check
Been popping where I’m from and I ain’t even popped yet (bitch)
Neighborhood doing backflips
One Hunit in my bloodline shit way deeper than some rap shit
Stay away from niggas who ain’t got shit; that’s dangerous
Popped out fresh like steel nigga I’m stainless
Gang
I don’t love her it, don’t mean nothing
I should let her rock the mic let her sing something ( let her sing something)
My money love me I’m romantic to it
Bitch we gone thug it when it’s pressure we don’t panic through it
How you can’t keep up with your image you created it
When it’s all said and done we gone be the last standing
Niggas fu thats why I vanished
Hold her hands while I beat her from the back cause I’m romantic
I should let her rock the mic let her sing something ( let her sing something)
My money love me I’m romantic to it
Bitch we gone thug it when it’s pressure we don’t panic through it
How you can’t keep up with your image you created it
When it’s all said and done we gone be the last standing
Niggas fu thats why I vanished
Hold her hands while I beat her from the back cause I’m romantic
They say “Sinatra how you feeling?”
Bitch fantastic
Selling all these versus I should wrap them up in plastic
I need the one that’s new and go the fastest
I know this rap shit gotta work cause I ain’t going to no more classes
Do your shit, that’s what my partner say
I say that’s great advice
AMGs them come with maintenance fees
I’m up, I pay the price
That bitch bad but shorty homeless though
Where the fuck you staying tonight
These lil blogs been starting to say my name but they ain’t saying it right
Speaking of blogs shoutout What’s the Word
Sintra 23rd is you sure?
(Huh?)
The one that got new fans in every state but he ain’t toured
(Me?)
The one these niggas call all day for features and get ignored
(Him?)
Mr. Never Make a Bad Song?
(Sinatra?)
Do I even gotta say more?
I’m the hardest out my city
Dare a nigga say something
I’m a big dog you don’t weigh nothing
I had to drop out of college none of them jobs really don’t make nothing
I’m a rap star
And I thank God for how life went cause if I had to I’d be a trap star getting a trap check
Been popping where I’m from and I ain’t even popped yet (bitch)
Neighborhood doing backflips
One Hunit in my bloodline shit way deeper than some rap shit
Stay away from niggas who ain’t got shit; that’s dangerous
Popped out fresh like steel nigga I’m stainless
Gang
I don’t love her it, don’t mean nothing
I should let her rock the mic let her sing something ( let her sing something)
My money love me I’m romantic to it
Bitch we gone thug it when it’s pressure we don’t panic through it
How you can’t keep up with your image you created it
When it’s all said and done we gone be the last standing
Niggas fu thats why I vanished
Hold her hands while I beat her from the back cause I’m romantic
( FLEX SINATRA )
www.ChordsAZ.com