Lyrics:
But where the buildings scrape the sky
They write your name every time
I'm on a rooftop somewhere in NYC
Looking down on the streets where you used
on me
I'm at NYC for Fashion Week I put it on and leave, yeah
I'm on that ecstasy, once again Lil' bitch, I wanna fuck, I don't need no friends
I'm
remember I was dry, brand new whip lets hop inside
Let's drive the Louis V, cause I need me a bag that I can hide
Let's drive the NYC so I can put my name up
Thank yo father
Raisin' one hell of a bold daughter
NYC on her own dolla'
Yeah that girl she a showstopper
A showstopper, yeah
Left the midwest on her own
It cuts right to the bone
Sweetest sound but it takes your life
The way stars were born
I got the NYC feeling
And the cards suck
But It's the house
I'm a GOD
Drop the O.D., Al Capone
My Scarface had been replaced
With masks that mold to bone
I'm on a throne
I'm overgrown
I'm big like NYC
Live
N-Y-C
I know that you're a place that I haven't seen
But the futures looking brighter now
I'm finally chasing dreams
Save my humble feet a path,
the road like a roadrunner
Moscow to NYC
Solo, cruising streets
Can't fall asleep
Stressed, no relief
Break to relieve
4 am, sidewalk is empty
Last night
Son las 5 la mañana y no me quiero ir
En nyc nos montamos en el V
Todo el mundo sabe
No soy delos regulares
Soy el big chote Ellos quieren que yo pare
reign supreme
Even with the best in NYC
New starboy with the voice of angel
Going up won't forget where I came from
Went from Queens to Brooklyn what's
à Palerme, à Paris
Sanremo Beat
À Milan, à Madrid, à NYC, Mexico City
Je m'adresse à vous aussi
Sanremo Beat
Car il faut me rendre un service
À toutes vos
year gone by
Maybe this time
I'll give it a try
I'll just blackout in NYC
And dance until the morning
Free drinks like Anna Delvey
The chardonnay is
inhaling Newports and eights
Cause New York is sick, still we walk and spit
Straight off the dick
Wit these niggas please you freeze in the NYC where
you wit' me?
(Yeah)
L.B.C., N.Y.C., D.P.G., Heavy D
All up in yo' frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen
I know this sunny who be lifty off
Matt Bradley's got the broken teeth
He wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve
He's just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC
Through seventeen lights in a row
Take a hold of my hand and come with me
We'll go rockin' around in NYC
Whenever ennui is takin' me way down
Well
on the weekend, on the weekend, weekend)
This is for the girls comin' from nyc
I'm feelin' you like yous family
And everybody down from l.a. to dc
Rockin'
Born in NYC beastin'
The lord left me no choice
Christian pendants, Islamic thoughts
Criminal courts father forgive
I wanna die like Godfather did
[Intro: see-Murder]
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out here
Killa block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Let
ATL
Calls me everyday
And my Brooklyn girl back in
NYC meets me at JFK
Pretty Puerto Rican baby I met at the bar
I remember the time i left the studio
To jest most pokoleniowy the Bridge rośniemy w siłę
Hip hop's the bridge that everybody travel on
All the way from NYC to Babylon
Bless the culture it's
It's goin' down
It's about to be good, good, good, good
Run around, shake the ground
Lemme get out to NYC
Everybody gonna to see
It's about to be good,
boomerangs
No matter how far I throw them they come back
I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C
I'm down with Diggin In The Crates and I'm MVP
If rap was a game
But my heart will always live
With you and me there
But I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
Ahahah
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