Letras
(Dom Sarfo)
Yeah, feeling like Frank Sinatra
Did it my way
I could die tomorrow, I ain't tryna wait
We got bare in the cave, yeah, hibernation
Hit a lick, go home right to my baby
And my old bitch bad too
Yeah, Sanaa Lathan
The scope got some zoom, you should try hating
Hit a man on the moon like he a mile away
Feeling like Frank Sinatra
Did it my way
Feeling like Frank Sinatra, yeah
Posted with the mobsters
Ziti or the penne, it's a tossup
Can get you whacked but I ain't gotta
There's way bigger fish in the pasta
Put her on the roster
She chose up on you, can't knock her
She wanna come back to the hideaway
She say it's my way or the highway
I could die tomorrow, I ain't tryna wait
We got bare in the cave, yeah, hibernation
Hit a lick, go home right to my baby
And my old bitch bad too
Yeah, Sanaa Lathan
The scope got some zoom, you should try hating
Hit a man on the moon like he a mile away
Feeling like Frank Sinatra
Did it my way
Feeling like Frank Sinatra
Did it my way, baby
My way, baby
Feeling like Frank Sinatra
Did it my way
Feeling like Frank S-
Still putting heads above the fireplace
Why play?
Right hook, Kyle wilder than Deontay
And I been the best in the city, that's no hot take
She scream for God when I'm in it
That's some –
That's some high praise
And I got her carrying the blue like Beyoncé
When I want
She wanna come back to the hideaway
She said it's my way or the highway
I could die tomorrow, I ain't tryna wait
We got bare in the cave, yeah, hibernation
Hit a lick, go home right to my baby
And my old bitch bad too
Yeah, Sanaa Lathan