Lyrics:
put your hands together
Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Uh, the bitch, been good to me
Been bad to my homies,
for cute little divos
Or rich city guys, who just want to enjoy (uh)
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's
ain't about stunting, but I'm a rich nigga
Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger
I would've sit with you, but this the cool table
Oh yeah your
chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them
What up RH Quan what up Guwop baby
Oh my God I'm trippin', oh my God I'm lazy
You's a bitch nigga, I'ma rich nigga
Make your wish nigga, I'ma prince
front (okay)
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
(Ayy, Wale) woo
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, I put the city on
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, then I
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah
And I just come from the poorest part, oh
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it
silence
Even before the Rock and Roll era, violence played a big part in music
It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you
mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah,
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and
We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what
mind because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
the people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie's lullaby
New York City
We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
(pretendin')
Ay, Big Brr
Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas (fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Low Joe, choppas grab your venom (grab FNs)
I'm still with them killers
there's nothing as fast as a train.
Old Frisco's a mighty rich city
Now that ain't no lie
Well, they have some buildings
That reach nearly a mile in
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big
been turnin' up for my city
Richie Rich, fuck her, then I leave, bitch, ain't no, "Give me kiss"
All or nothin', freak bitch call me Dugg and I don't
like Megan on my bacon when it pop (hey, hey)
Baby, you look good, you look gorgeous
This right here your city, I'm a tourist
I know I'm a catch, I'm
(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair
worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin,
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
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