Lyrics:
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
City.
(Mmmm.)
Aint’ been bad in too long, Johnny!
VERSE ONE:
Listen!
In real-life I got a bookie who’s not good at playing hooky,
‘Cause he’s always up
the Wale talented on the shelf/
Not me... I'm a get it on my own time/
Focused on the mission and in tune wit my own mind/
Embraced the competition married
indeed
He has been through the good the bad and the ugly
Shatta Wale suffered heart breaks at night
When heard the echoes in the cold streets
God pleaded
Listen to this track, bitch
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato
When my heart is torn apart
by love I wish I had,
Well, I spend my nights in the city's lights
and things don't seem so bad.
Ya know
Soufeast Tay the motherfuckin man in my city
I only fuck with ratchet ass hoes wit big titties
It's time to put my motherfuckin city on the map
Where
the game coach
Let me run a fuckin' play up in it
Haa
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Bad little bitty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (From the city)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Bad, bad little
Listen to this track, bitch
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato
raised
Lo-City, it's the city, it's the town where I was raised
It's not immune to time and it's not a stranger to change
It's an embodiment of time
]
(Kill it!) Okay, Peedi said kill it, euthanasia's in the building
And Wale been on his business since Gang of Six kill it
The people gon' feel it, Alido
You ain't know I could play the piano, did you, nigga?
Can you say New York City?
Now as we proceed
To give you what you need (Bad Boy)
Ladies
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
Yup.. money, money, money
I woke up, boy it's time to get it
Walking to the window, saw the city
Thank God I woke up - feelin' like
That body bangin', accept that
I walk by again, I need a look quick, hol' up
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch (Wale I
on deck
My city on deck bad bitties gonna flex
Real G's blow a check yeah
Keep it real that's the code
Time to hit the floor whole squad on beast mode
riding through the city, my bitch riding with me
I ain't into designer, but my bitch rocking Fendi
And when she walk by niggas stare, it don't offend me
Intercontinental nigga you ain’t seen a passport
Slidin down prince of Wales 160 on my dashboard
Said this shit a thousand times fuck it this
line k bad
He Laz Army sath to phir samjho Game Start
Uper se mera art mujhe deta zyada moke
Mein rapper hu kamal phir bhi jalne wale bhonke
Ye jalne
pass em by
Bad guys and we certified
Operating in the candle light
Y'all been dreaming I've been living living
You can have the clubs know city mine
As they sat up in the tower above the glass floor
Time is movin' fast, I spent two years watching sand fall right through the moving glass
And our chances
it's time to leave
I can ride through the city
When this shit gettin' litty
Grappin' all on the titties
When this shit gettin' busy
Gotta call all
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
And tony jr. said I'm the hope
Big homie hov said I am flose
And I got that bait they all bad
And they gonna fall in and out of love like my partner taz
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