Lyrics:
Martin gave to them deathshot
The deathshot, the deathshot
And straight to the bottom went she
Bad news, bad news to old England came
Bad news to fair
by and take it baby, all for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed
the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing say can you see
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
drugs or they doin' nothin'
My girl's parents still livin' out in the hood
I come through in that new Beamer like the shit all good, damn
I'm just
nowhere
I just took off a couple of years
But now I'm back on my day-to-day
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day
Who gon' tell New York "Time's up"?
I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
blazin' shit
Inspirational ass motherfucker, ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls-Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin'
I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
Dont hang mane with many
Southworld I wear Nigga like Gucci,Dior, Fendi
With a bad one
She got whirlpool throat hemi
Play if you want to.I'm holding
You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust
"Good morning America, how are ya?"
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone
waited on
Just to find out all the money in our pension was gone
We invested in somethin' called the Abacus Bond
Sold to us by a New York banker
Good
wanna leave, take good care
Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there
Yeah
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild
you want to leave take good care
Hope you find a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad
Out there
[Chorus]
Oh baby
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
life by letting yours unfurled
On and on it goes, sparks upon the wind
Like the July of 4th the crown of stars and a good time grin
On and on it flies
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
and spins 'round
And with one good shot, just one good shot
He brings that villain right down
In true "Hour Western" manner
Bad, bad news, he was bad, bad
in her closet
Runnin' through checks every day, no fraud shit
Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
Bad lil' bitch, good brain, go college
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
I'm New York cities pharaoh
Ill have you starin down the barrel
You got em good get em its cool hit em
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
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