Lyrics:
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But it rained on the way back to her house
And when she closed the door she took off her blouse
She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch
the rhythm in his brain
The southern skyline lights the way back home
But his heart was craving adventure, screaming now or neer
Before he knew it, he was
more
I'm bruised and beaten like I'm in a war
But I just wanna see my name shining in lights so I can go on tour
Nigga
Can you say New York City
Ya
Brrrt, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hahaha griselda
Grr, Griselda, man, GxFR griselda
Live from motherfuckin' East Side
Buffalo, New York
understand why your friends are all afraid
Get out your fears
Get outside your head
They're from New York City
By way of the interstellar highway
York, Vegas
Or use a French word, and flirt for my attention
Did I mention, that I was in love
Back home, my mother told me
That Daisy was a poison
jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York
of sunshine for a youngin'.
It been raining daily New York City feel like London.
Looking back on life and I feel like I did nothing.
But when I get old will
from the streets of the H
Got no love for the weak or the fake
Lookin like I’m bout to ski by the face
50 Gs and a big white key in my safe
Live from
Come home with me, ya I know you really wanna
I worked so hard and I got it from my momma
In the 6-1-7 just got home from Bahamas
Brand new flex
the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block,
Youuuu
And I'm swinging for the thrill
See the skyline
I'm way above the hills
Cause I'm sky hi-hi-hi-high
Give the New York people hope
When I fly
Youuuu
And I'm swinging for the thrill
See the skyline
I'm way above the hills
Cause I'm sky hi-hi-hi-high
Give the New York people hope
When I fly
lifestyle
Or better yet my position now
Throw you cats on trial
Smooth criminal
From New York to Quebec
Unbelieveable respect
Plan X
22 ways up out
with that scope
Hang them bitches by the rope
Won't laugh and joke
This shit get deep where you can't float
(Yeah yeah)
Where I'm from this shit get cold
Yeah... what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
My music reminds you of where young Jigga laid and Lauryn played
I'm respected, but not the New York way
It's home for home, and my home just don't
to compete wit challengers
Bustin off the guns wit the silencers
Word New york new york big city of dreams
Comin from queens, where we don't get caught up
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
the best
Every Christmas year living room was Toys R Us
Enough clothes to slap a flee market right back to New York
And turn a foot locker back into a school
there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and I ain't even from there,
Bustin off the guns wit the silencers
Word New york new york big city of dreams
Comin from queens, where we don't get caught up in between
Wit
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
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