Lyrics:
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What you gonna do?
Tout est au rendez-vous, sauf les views
D'un coup, d'une fois que j'pète une fuse
things exist too
She got a 99¢ slice baby wearin $800 shoes
On the subway got out round Washington Square
Smoked up by the fountain I heard people say
tunnel by night
to places of safety
We'll make a video call
when ceilings are falling
Paris still in India
Narendra fixed it for me
All alone, we have
I've been cheated before and I'm cheated again
By a mean little world full of mean little men and
the one chance for me is this life I know best
się akordów dwóch czy trzech
To wystarczyło by z gitary mej hebanu
Zaczął wyrastać trap tak długi jak ocean jest szeroki ech
I ja nim myk myk do samego
Ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah
The NFL Crew and the Children of the Corn
Comin' straight from Money-Makin' Manhattan
AKA harlem, the home of the hustlas
You
dolo in Manhattan
Court side seats by Stefflon Don
We caught the whole row lacking
Dior vintage, kick the door down
Got a bitch that heard shots
From
It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck
of the
Track" by Artifacts
Happy pants and a brand new starter cap
Still can't figure out who
The fuck started that
Caught a tooth through the lip
I had a shit
were made of China
And your vows were bound in lambskin
And your dress draped over Sodom
And Gomorrah made of porcelain.
From Seville to Manhattan
Manhattan Downtown
Pump it up, don't bring it down
Hey I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger, listen carefully
Dig deep down and ask yourself, who do you wanna
Manhattan Downtown
Pump it up, don't bring it down
Hey I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger, listen carefully
Dig deep down and ask yourself, who do you wanna
their hands in the air
And all my boogie down broads,big blue screen yeah
We know Queens in here
And the money making Manhattans over here by HA
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
You see the lights from space. Like a beacon to the planets as it happens. What had happened it the charts in south Manhattan the batteries up like
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
As I walked out in lower Manhattan
A girl I chanced to pass by
Something about her caught my attention
Something hard to identify
She carried
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Midnight, New York City.
Broadway, going up in flames.
Ground zero, big city.
Big Apple swallowed by the flames.
Bombs away, we never saw it coming.
Vamos pra Babylon
Baby! Baby! Babylon!...
Comprar o que houver
Au revoir ralé
Finesse s'il vous plait
Mon dieu je t'aime glamour
Manhattan by night
No wait yo hold up hold up
Now fuck it
One hour flight and I'm captain
Like Jason I'ma take Manhattan
Each ceremony and every seminar
On LMR i'm hard,
krwawić w miejscu
Za młody by umierać z asami na ręku
Niedzielny wieczór luz docieramy bez przeszkód
Kocham to miasto chociaż brzydkie jest jak Niemki
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