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même Caesar Dwight YORK et Andy COLE Ça combine Duo d'choc, Beyonce le legging Rembobine ta bobine, Cette histoire c'est pas nous Je me lèche les babines
Nate Robertson jump over dwight We all thought you was Superman But the New York Knicks had the kryptonite Ay, I did this for the NBA Cause who got
light right now, my pockets on Dwight right now (Yeah) My pockets on Dwight Howard Fuck a 12, fuck a 3 plus 9 with their white power I got magic power
York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherf***er keep gettin' that
left New York Still getting money Still holding down the fort Hip Hop never left New York Worldwide Beezus King in the eyes of Don Beavers Smoke crowd
York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that
married or not Somehow his eyes kept wandering towards me Well, we'll see what can you do in New York With a green card? What a sight God bless you, Dwight
to rush me Dwight pass the dutchie So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted Take it from the fire side it won't get blistered Got it, what
past that Felt like once a night Had to get it in frat packs Ducking the Dwight's Slipping the jab then I come with right Laying 'em out and he done for
of Malachi York I'll pick your brain Using this fucking Knife and this fork I live by the Laws of Malachi York Yo!- We're those Evil Black Mormans The Branch
noise But if the bitch scream, I'm a pop her, no noise Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight
and brolic The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard You n****s ain't G's you gents and quite coward But I'll put you higher than flight
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me Yeah! Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower Starin' down at New York City Like
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me Yeah! Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower Starin' down at New York City Like
Know I got them rockets Never gonna stop, gotta get my guap Won't let no Dwight Howard block it She got the heart of a lion I got the heart like I'm
right, get the fucking twight You a Dwight, bitch yeat I'm so high off this Oxy I bet I couldn't even steer I feel like I'm up sideways Where'd you get
make it rappin Ima hustler by my nature ima still make it happen You'll think they from New York how niggas still wit the cappin fighting depression
I'm Queen and David Bowie Moving to New York to hang with Chandler, Ross, and Joey Don't tell me what you're doing man, you're gonna have to show me Gun
the Presidency that month Jim beat Dwight Eisenhower on the field The West Point Army kids came and got killed Twenty-seven, six, showed 'em that native real
me (Trust me) I'm not from New York so you can never dub me I'm the Clyde to your Bonnie so you get the money (Money) I said Baby Baby Baby Yeah (Yeah)
Pops a yardee moms straight outta Memphis A mixture stirred in New York City trenches Bronx precisely a poet was invented Since 81 my existence was
north like polar New york soldier, never free loader She ain't got no self of steam What could you have told her Acne round my waist magnum on my dick
reporters asking Have you seen the footage Start off gasping Like I thought he wouldn't But I'm Doctor K Like Dwight Gooden And yall soft ass pudding Nigga
[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] It’s tip off bitch you got an elbow to the face, So don’t cower down and go Dwight Howard in this place, Because this
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