Lyrics:
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit
I'm on my New York shit
Ridin' on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in
wah
She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way
She got a little country, got a little country, got
the club Vegas!
We smash the club new york!
Smash the club atlanta!
We smash the club LA!
Smash the club paris!
We smash the club brazil!
Smash the club
Country nigga fly, country nigga fly
Country nigga fly
Country nigga fly, country nigga fly
Country nigga fly that country nigga fly
That country
opening up
The newest club is opening up
The newest club is opening up
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
opening up
The newest club is opening up
The newest club is opening up
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York bitches whack, New York bitches Whack, New York Bitches whack, New York Bitches Whack, New York Bitches Whack, Swere New York Bitches is
how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York, that's how we get down
Better watch how you talk, better watch where
you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming
Cross the country (woo,
Pound on the wall we're not thru
Hell yeah baby
That's how we roll
Anything goes in New York City
That's how we roll
Anything goes in New York City
to our military
Shall be your undone
V24
This country, our people,
From across this land
Jewish Immigrants, New York City
To be dealt a fair hand
1st
We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha
Country name, country slang, fiends
family in South and North Carolina (c'mon)
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha
Country name, country slang, fiends
a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
A country nigga still lookin' for
A New York hoe
About to kill
New York City
He began to play the Apollo in Harlem
Good scene there
Everybody raved
One day, one night
Came a Cadillac, four headlights
Came
sound, and palms blowin' in the breeze
And it was like paradise, somebody save me please
I'm callin' all country women
I've sure missed you all
they serve gear and the cannabis
In the hood country club (in the hood country club)
Here in the hood country club
In the hood country club
Never
bwoy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, pose like dem name Chuck Norris
Don't know
bwoy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, pose like dem name Chuck Norris
Don't know
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in
[Chorus]
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm
where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been
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