Lyrics:
skies
They meet again in old New York, he tells her one sweet lie
And they danced and they danced, and a man said "I love you so"
And a woman moved
Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina
Tha Liks be rockin' shows from New York to Pasadena
When it comes to rhymes god damn I can rock em
When it
Pablo, a new artist signed under Jive
Has teamed up with Timbaland, out of V.A.
In a quest to redeem the title
And Bring North Carolina, and Virginia,
Yorker, we don't make up stories, Sephora
I mean to keep it a bean like Goya
I'm a microphone fiend, my tree green as sequoia
The New York State greens,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all, New York City
Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight
The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world
The other night,
we well worth the ticket
A dirty new york reality life ?? shit classic life
Biggy ?? refresh like Minaj
Now who you know got the flow time wish
Who
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
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
Then I'm outta New York town
I could feel the ice man closin' in
I could almost smell his gun
But that 20 grand I beat him out of
Would help me start
New York City
Bright lights shine in front of me
My pasts' shadow lay behind me
But out of the blue
I received mail from you
It says your getting
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh
to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what we really talkin' 'bout? In New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin'
(Shoutout 808 Melo)
We goin' to New York on this
Go (4PF)
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand
to Illinois, St. Louis, Alabama
Country Gramma
Queens, New York, Detroit to Montana
Today's your day girl, let's raise the banner
Benjamin Franklin, I so
bop, I'm stuck in a van outside of New York, ah!
one to call
Like when yo ass didn't get no respect if you were in New York
I'm the nigga to call when in trouble, Lil red clay warrior
Got any nigga
I've became one of New York's finest
Filet Mignon and Cabernet I think that you should try it
Smoke a blunt with the top down while I'm drivin
Man this
time
All these hours you were hiding in my mind
Tonight I’ll finally get it right
Now we’re walking through New York
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
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