Lyrics:
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
the obstacles
Who can stop me tho
Shorty call me papi yo
I’m the king of NEw York
The rest are just copies tho
Spanish shorty say how fast do the lambo go
(oh)
Head wasn't good enough go at the friends (oh)
Oh, bro gimme the details tryna get shit goin (get shit goin)
He smells like a New York sewer (New
shit, you can call me Nicks, Nick caution
Call me up and make some new kicks
I'm sure it'll look sick Promise I'm not a dick
But my sound is addictive,
of the city (New York)
And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might
me
See these ho's are like the milkshake, too many fucking flavors
And once you live in new york, you get to taste 'em all
Latinos, americans,
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
wha)
Miami make the Planet Rock (say wha)
New Jersey make the Planet Rock (say wha)
Philly make the Planet Rock (say wha)
New York make the Planet
shakin', yeah
New York vibe with me, she Haitian, yeah
Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, yeah
Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, uh
You fell in love with
my big bro I got this that bitch on my dick
Because she know I'm God's gift
Bitch I'm blessed and I'm lit A
So city New York to the A to the mob bitch
back on the bedside
That's my trap phone , I bought it at Best Buy
Straight to New York, I just landed in Bed-Stuy
We gon' come at your neck like
right so I up with the left
And I ain't one to play with that's word to my mother
Let a nigga act silly we take it outside
Bitch i'm banging New York I
Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas,
Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit
Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina
[Silkk]
Man let me check this
my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want
tueur de mon Bussy
Y'a quoi que tu peux lui dire ?
Tu penses que tu peux lui arrêter ?
À Paris, Londres, New York, toutes les filles qui sont chauds
the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe when I come through,
and thighs
Hoping that they gon' come, she's saving up her ones
Saying she love to hustle, champagne for fun
A New York stripper, said she left her nigga
LA
new york, don't get outlined and chalked
Yo! I said hello hi hi hello hello hi hello (hello)
I'm ready to black, spazz and smash shit with N-O (N-O)
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
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
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
I cook your flesh, and come test I
Try your luck (Come)
New York state niggas on
These hardcore streets (Yeah)
Catch a quick case
Put the hardcore
gettin money out of state or off rap
So I'm tryin to figure out what made Ma$e fall back
And them niggaz in New York know the man is a monster
And I ain't
I'm not
Swagger it's in my roots
New York we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us
Most you niggas wanna be us, I can see it in they faces
They
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