Lyrics:
And she was fat and lazy,
And then I got a New York girl
She damn near drove me crazy.
And then I got a Frenchie girl
She took things free and aisy;
But now
When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now,
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
cool, but most of ya ain't
You walk around town like your shit don't stink
Well, the day is finally here you're gettin dissed, New York
Me and Joe
every word on fbi.com
I love the wall street journal
I love the New York times
I really really really love USA Today
But ya gotta read between the lines
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
a million followers or something
I'd probably be in LA
Somewhere out on the bay
I'd probably be in New York
Somewhere on broadway
No tellin
When I arrived in New York
The immigration officer asked me
Where have you been Mr. Bim
Where have you been, Joe
You've been abroad for too long Mr.
like it's east side
Got the west coast tracks on the B side
Bet a down south nigga let this beat fly
I'm just a New York nigga on the sea side
Nigga drop
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
hosted by Kinect
Rockin a white t
With a Larry Bird throwback
Lower half got some blue jeans
And new Air max
Las Vegas strip
Strippers on the dick
Poppin
dropped to the floor where they stood
The old men said son you can rise up from want
There’s no bogey or tally for you
It’s off to New York and the Grand
thrills flow through new york, to Hollywood hills
Your male flow, I'm wipin' ass cracks like mop-n-glo
Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin' bad words
was back from New York
He had shopped a deal
He met with them talked about my appeal
All the labels were talking but not for real
Well I think you're
to New York
Hong Kong and Dubai
London and Mumbai
Tall towers in the sky
I want N8 City to be a sensation a marvelous symbol of modern
A marvelous den for
of New York
Hawk, is what the niggas call me
'Cause they all be
Suckin' my dick
In my Muthafuckin' (What)
I know half, so I laugh with 'em
Bloodbath, when
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You
Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards
Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise
Middle of New York with a sack full of action
Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all.
Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin'
Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'.
They called me Little Man
it comes to hoes" because
Music (come on) New York (come on) Detroit (come on) come on down!
Miami (come on) L.A. (come on) Vegas (come on) come
a cruel morn
What a demo if tomorrow's New York
And this is fresh out the
Dimensions of your record collection
Between the AC and Acadely sections
Any
the New York terrority
On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me
It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler
Wanted in Carolina,
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