Lyrics:
I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em
Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York
Fulfillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke
Or tattoo I
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
hear me say, "The boy is super nice"
Put a bitch up on a flight, she gon' be here by tonight
Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe
Call
everyone that hear me say the boy super nice
put a bitch up on the flight
she going be here by the night
get some afternoon delight
only eat it if it's
I look up
Yeah and I take my time nigga
I'mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
everywhere
People only love when I'm not there
New York city dark
London no where
Light in the dark I see it no where
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
to the stars, now he talkin' solar
And you fell in love, that's your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin' off her parts, he
A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things
When you're fuckin' with the kings of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep
up
Shawty threw the pussy had me tore it up
Now the only way to get it back she gotta sew it up
Yeah in New York I Milly rock, I'm on any block
Hit
York I Milly Rock got it in my sock
Fifty off the wall and I press rerock
Got it in my sock got a lil' thot
That's a lil' boat, boy, that's a lil' yacht
She was a county Cork girl
On her own in the world
Disowned by the church
Didn't know where to turn
She was only seventeen no more
With the last name
down to Pryor
If you boys upset with wcm Jim
Ima address to ya face cuz I can't do the dm
Get love in Jonesboro where the playas keep it thorough
New
Vietcong, I musta crawled a 1000 miles
But I'd only one thought on me mind,
'Twas your eyes of emerald green
My love is in New York, oh she's the only
it got him sinnin' in her walls
And he digging in it like he living in it
Make a new religion with it
Man a nigga 'bout to go against God
Poetry in
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
Welcome to my house party party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon' ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas,
the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
If I could make it in new york, I figured anywhere I'd make
Queens, new York
The only thing you get from DMC is real talk
The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork
I gotta walk this way cause
It's the way I walk
From
the pimps go
I drink wine in the box, grind on the blocks
Fuck a wallet homie, keep guap in my socks
Queens, New York, Queens New York
Movin' downtown right
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
the way? Your arch enemy?
Asked me for my digit's
Wanted to get with me
First I told him no can do, I'm with you
But new show, new day in New York, forget
fond of players
Only wanted ballers
To spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me dear
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr.
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