Lyrics:
[Intro]
Get down
Yeah eh (Oh yeah)
Get down
Um hmm
Get down with me
(oh oh oh oh)
Get down
(Ooh baby girl)
Get down
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
Uhm, ah
Check it out
Uh
Yeah, uh, check it out
Um
{Lil Dap}
East New York express, brothers don't try to flex
Only real brothers on these trains,
Camaro with a big 'ol hearse shift rod?"
And he said, "Um, no."
"Do you have a girlfriend with long, red, curly hair.
Creamy, milk-white thighs.
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
captivated by the funky sounds
Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
Vamos pra Babylon
Baby! Baby! Babylon!...
Comprar o que houver
Au revoir ralé
Finesse s'il vous plait
Mon dieu je t'aime glamour
Manhattan by night
There it is, there it is, boy oh, yeah
There it is, there it is, buddy aaah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, they seem to know
The time but, um, let's see
It's my
a nigga get risen
Witcha pen to the pad I fuck
Ya head up with this rhythm, um
With the phat shit that make
Your fuckin' hat flip
(Back) I can do
what yo bitch think
We get boxes by the bale, in the hood got Big Rank
In the kitchen like I'm whipping, residue all on the sink
My lil niggas a leave
pants em
Never get the chance um
40 in the coupe
Low mileage
Stache fleek
Just went to the stylist
Party in the back
I'm billy ray cyrus
Feeling like
incêndio, sente boy
só alta voltagem, what? seek and destroy
pifando em série, cérebros em stand by
tô levando a sério por isso que eu rio mais
fake love
rosto de quem ganhou um boot novo?
Essa é a parada neguin'
Eu quero vida boa pras pessoas que vêm de onde eu vim
Deixar o sofrimento pra trás, é quente
racks nois tem
Time goes by
Eu só aceitei
Vida real
Não colo com fake
Não quero mais te ver na minha frente
Dropando pills enlouquecendo a mente
Vivendo
working on
Roboy stuff
Do that shit with ease
Aye
It don't matter what I do
As long as we can shmeeze
Roll up the O's as I count by the days
Smokin' so
Time is of the essence
Essence of my aura know that time is just perception
So I don't get why you think that you are less than anything that go by
that we've built an entire economy on incarceration and police terror
Um which is entirely ineffective and and unproductive
I mean you can build
couldn't be sniffed out by the snout of the most highly trained pooch
Very small chance of them making it to you in time
If they do Ill be outie then they
stand here and alert you
Our planet's damaged, so here we go again
Let's see if Hawk can truly manage to rework these words for them
Um... You fucking
a fool
Dumpin' a must
In the hood we trust
Slidin' on niggas we shootin' um up
No attention not in ya mentions
Keep me away
I know this rap shit easily
Respect, tu é que não convidas
Nas corridas atrás de guitas
És mais um Mário sem vidas
Não há surpresa
Vim pra acabar com a paca nessa merda
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