Lyrics:
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
?
What's happening, New York?
Young mothers, schoolgirls and me
Exercise and therapy there is nothing on TV
So it's funny I'm still sleeping in
Girl, I am
in stop him
Get close range onnem go n drop him
Real niggas n my circle We is not them
In New York I Milly Rock (uh)
Hide it in my sock (uh)
Running
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
a like it or not thing, know what I mean?
This one is for Brooklyn
I'm in ma Benz style fly, you know? Bushwick sick
I walk that East New York walk
New York City sure does sound nice
Thanks for that one Hollywood
But I’m just a Midwest boy
And I’m tired of this time of year in this type of town
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
be yours and
You´ll always be mine
All that I know at this moment in time
I´m the king of new york
King of new york
King of new york
Ooo yes I am
I´m
Family ain't got a clue, nigga
Been in drive bys with fly guys
Welcome to the Lou, nigga
New York on that mob shit
In Cali "what it do?", nigga
But where
CRAZY NEW YORK
Written, Arranged, and Produced By: River Basmajian
Copyright 2020, River Basmajian
Crazy New York, Crazy New York
I’m crazy about
under the evergreens.
I know what I'm needin', and I don't wanna waste more time.
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy livin' day by day
down, the risin' flow, you hear me now
I'm always up to something, I got Goon in the house 'casue he my cousin
We got dollars by the dozens, but without
shit, I spit it
G-unit kidicks, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it
It's
I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his
[Capone]
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two:
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
on a mission, She want the key in the ignition.
Everything coached by supervision.
Hook:
Metaphor Kingpin, LA, New York back to Cleveland, Let's increase this,
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
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