Lyrics:
Yeah
Don't get murdered on the humble
Welcome to the jungle, nigga
New York City
It's the talk of New York, Tony Yayo
I'm gettin' back
you already know
Yeah, Yeah
Check it
It's gonna go something like this
Pepe, run it
Yeah New York, Where I'm from
The city that never sleeps
So I've
vacation
A new star in the making
I no dey talk no be shaken
You can't find me in the matrix
All of my fans go dey make it
Rake it rake it rake it wo
Klu
in c carters call me seasick
Blondes and brunettes, I feed them sea dick
A nigga get popped, I ain’t see shit
Love will get you killed
I can’t show no
about that, stop lying, nigga!
I'm a dick to the gangsters here.
Ain't no rehab, they can't help me,
I'm so crazy and so wealthy,
Do you smell me,
fightin', this just how we talk
Ain't no girls in the world like the girls from New York
Deadass, you shittin' me baby?
Every time I hear ya voice swear its
to me)
(Watch what you say when you talk to me)
Talk to me nice
Do it for ones who love me do it for my haters
We can't have no discussion if you ain't
focused on them riches, envisioning them millions
Keep that shit hunnid
Don't you talk if you can't listen
Imma be good
Yea i been rocking solo dolo
treasure
I'm glad I found you
(They can talk about you)
They can talk, they don't know nothin' about you
You are the only one that I see in my dreams
You
is what ya might hear
Way ahead the game by a light year
I can see 'em in the rear mirror
I ain't finna let the fear near
They bitin' my swag like Mike
the Huxtables
Persistent with the hustle, now we gaining new customers
Took one dream, wrote it down, now I'm living it
If you ain't grinding with me, you ain't
to trippin would you bust a 45 so he can't die
Would you stick by ya nigga with no blame on em (no blame on em)
If he had another baby would you change
Kappa)
We all know that New York is divided
I'm just glad a few of us ain't collided (So what?)
But fuck that, I'll give it to you niggas (Oh)
I got
there ain't much at all
Sure you might be overpaid
Don't teach you how to ball
Listen, not from New York, I'm from Upstate
Where the homies waking up
two points every time I move an O
That's that hustler talk for ya
I'm rappin' like a Google Home the way talk to ya
I gave my all to ya, you can
Aye
Either in or you out there ain't no in between
There ain't No squares in this circle no you can't intervene
I ain't have a daddy or a momma Shìt I
something that I just don't do
Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap them too
Money makes all my homies look brand new
I don't fuck with the fakes,
still revolvin'
Uptight and still mobbin'
Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it
Fishscale, from Colombia to New York on a boat
Chrome Heart, it's still stuck on the rich
She can't talk right now 'cause she suckin' his dick
YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (slatt)
Got a young
Welceom to my humble abode Glad you got past that secret code
Its been too long since we've met up Sorry didn't mean to interrupt
Look what the cat
I’ve finally found what went wrong
I’ve finally found the wrong in you
Look revenge is best served cold
I call this one humble pie
Don’t call me
ain't think that she would screenshot and post it at that
Back and forth on twitter, how the fuck I'm 'posed to react?
Oh, I forgot, I'm famous, can't
standing still b
I ain't from New York-
Boy i'm from AVA
How many times is you gon' say it
Bitch, until I leave this place
Know I love my home-
I ain't gon'
like they been done it
You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted
I gotta team in every borough New York nigga
Watch how you talk, watch where
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