Letra Sinatra - Kevin Gates

Sinatra

Uh my usual
Mentally stimulated by the symbols annotations
God forgives although not too fond of Albert Anastasia
Thinking rich forever tryna get us rich forever
See the workings of a serpent when the woman think she clever
New Bonnie and Clyde bought a ring and strike a pose
As if under mistletoes then we finish with a toast
Private ceremony under heaven we elope
Fetish for my weapon, every time we naked she a know
All about it I don't feel the tension in the spring
Bend her over, stick her with extensions before we leave
Riding in the couple alone, listening to a beat
Always in my pants, tendency to be a freak
Numbers been erased, no one gets in touch
Finger print has been distorted due to usage in the cut
Slippin shit from transmission, can't forget the clutch
In the benz, feel a cold pistol tickling my nuts

Butterfly, please don't fly away
And trouble skies you love my hiding place
Feel me sometime
It just kill wishing you would call, not open to
But what the fuck Ima be doing that for anyway
Never wanna let this thang go

You I, did a few things im not necessarily proud of
But, I utilize those experiences
I guess so to say, learning experiences you know
Anything gained out a situation
Could be deemed profitable by an open mind
I just you know I like to drop lil tidbits
I like to be trivial sometime too you know
But you know, here go Luca Brasi

Face looking like a kid again, babyface gates
Cut my hair, thinking incognito way of life
Deal my soul blows, like a candle with a light
Heard I see her be okay, particular plights
Please don't hate me while you locked up
And I'm too busy to write
Mission was to grind while the slum turn around
Get it in and we shine till the sun burning out
Get wet kisses by your mistress while you rummaging around
Pillow fighting, giggling before the gun goes in your mouth
Not impressed with the unimpressive, I don't fuck around
Soulja slim forewarned us, we might have to duck around
Skinny niggas run the world, he don't get no sleep
Food in apartment starving, scheming on something to eat
Re-ironing my garments
Went from people looking at me odd to being applauded
Revolver get you slaughtered, if outside of the margin
Be advised, I kinda like how I said that
You heard what I said, I said
Revolver get you slaughtered if outside of the margin

Butterfly, please don't fly away
And trouble skies you love my hiding place
Feel me sometime
It just kill wishing you would call, not open to
Never wanna let this thang go