Lyrics:
intoxicated just offa request
I already seen you with that nigga, thought I'd never see you with somebody else
She outta New York, hella chemicals in her like
he's surrounded by crooks
How you got a girl and she can't cook
No, you didn't graduate, go read a book
Up on the board, he moves like a rook
Robbing
of a man like me from Mars
New York, New York, I fell in love more times that I can count
Miami, the city, gave me her first kiss right after I held her
doing great, might cop some real estate
Up a couple bands but I ain't spend that on no chain
And I've been going state to state, New York born and raised
and lived twice (Hold Up)
"Not like New York, not like New York in your face
But more so like if you say 'hey, good morning'
They're like-
(I see how things
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Shepard want to bust off
I tell your legs and swat em, MC's having anal sex
Step around like a Tampax, and step up next
I enter New York, no problem
guitar ]
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where
polly, kill yourself slowly
Plus you're already dead if you're homely
So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull, so pray
Most of New York's
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
my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want
and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing they use your name in vein
But I guess
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
and the wittiest and the gossip in
New York City is insidious
And Alexander is penniless
Ha! That doesn't mean I want him any less
Elizabeth Schuyler
It's
Talk to mi nice
Uno better talk to mi nice
Or nobada talk
Hot a Jamaica and me run New York
Lef me x gal me find out she salt
Now me new gal sexy sexy
feet, you bop to the beats, I laid in the streets
You can feed off my chi, yo my energy, millionaires, shaping- bodies
I’m From New York City, Harlem
got my medals
By July im a young millionaire still won't settle
I put ice on my body still hot as kettle
I know girls in Brazil that's still moving
Whoo, Little nasty girl
(Yo man, see that??)
Damn!
Yo Yo Yo Yo
Hey girl I like your flava
Wish I could be your neighbor
Must be coffee by
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
to sing about it
These are surprising times, like, at this moment I’m reading a lede in the New York Times with the words “Kavanaugh” and “gang raped” in
the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York
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