Lyrics:
When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now,
the first time
Fuck you for ruinin' New York City for me
There's nothing left but the ruins
Of us in the streets
The bar where I met you, apartment I left
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
the heat in the Hamptons
With my baby by my side
And I want to climb up a mountain
See the Gilboa skies
Find peace in the Catskills
Catching a New York
Cole’s house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
would change the world be the brains let’s talk like Tupac
Instead we talk
still better than your new shit
(Sick sell, man!) Thanks man, I'm a savage with new fucking tools
Grab my prey by the teeth, heat it 'fore I eat it
Bear
(You can put it on the Christmas list)
Merry Christmas (Can love be the reason)
Merry Christmas (Play that Nat King Cole)
Merry Christmas (Followed by
(You can put it on the Christmas list)
Merry Christmas (Can love be the reason)
Merry Christmas (Play that Nat King Cole)
Merry Christmas (Followed by
I'm in New York with the vibe
I aint waisting no time
She say she love my grind
And lately I been on grind
I'm in New York with the vibe
I aint
mad rymes
Donald Trump is genocide
Dreamville it's New York time
Thug life I'm a dope dealer
DC we fuck clowns
Ab-Soul got a slang dope
With fake
brace yourself for an audible attack
Cuz New York, New is coming back
And we hope that you got by fine during
2022, no York new
We tried a couple things
back wind|Grand puba lights it up for you every time|Chorus:|Ooooh, yeah I like it|And ya say new york city (I like it)|Ooooh, yeah I like it|And ya
vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, Rock Tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine
I'm the one shot dealing,
like a stranger and now New York is my city
For each time I come in here, I’m getting better
It’s the meaning of my story
If you’re coming if you’re
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
flows
Like the legend j. Cole
Made me realize
I dont gotta sell my soul
Just to reach my goals
I got a heart of gold
Worth diamonds
I cant ever fold
Written by bob welch.
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there that drives me crazy
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there
face on magazines like Forbes 30
Now I'll be there
My face on New York City's Times Square
Now I'll be there
If you hate, watch your days all go by
your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that fucking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
I got thirty people who
still pull off a New York walk by
Keep tryin' talk fly
I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
Poetic fertilizer that's lyrical shit
Hip-hop die but we
living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues
Now I need a little give and take
The New York Times and the Daily News, ohh
Comes down
And now it's alright, it's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother
stalking
One of Kings Of New York, I was influenced by B.I.G. and Christopher Walken
Grown man, not a minor
Signing off Johnnie Floss aka Mr Clever 1 liners
stalking
One of Kings Of New York, I was influenced by B.I.G. and Christopher Walken
Grown man, not a minor
Signing off Johnnie Floss aka Mr Clever 1 liners
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