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for you
Yebo
Fly down to NYC
Give you anything you need
As you dey shake you body body
You sipping you got it got it
I just dey craze for your love oh

Asian baddie out in NYC
When we’re together, like the city, baby we don’t sleep
I got a down bad chick out in LA too
And she down for everything when she

real, never tryna catch a kill
I steady running after bills, I be moving like a drill

NYC gon' get me killed, niggas walk around with Glocks
I just work

we smoked a little Indo
You said you never seen the lights
So I pinned you against the window
Overlooking Sunset
Overlooking Vegas
Overlooking NYC
Damn

Bitch, want my chicken told her this ain't the KFC
Big apples on her chest, damn, we in NYC
Running around the board getting money like Monopoly
Once

Solo
In NYC, we up in SoHo
She show her feet, that is a no no
Yeah I'm DC, ain't talkin' go go
Why is you sleep? Lit just like Hoco
Shawty real sweet, my

a creep he's insane
Geek hit the street with a beat and a rhyme scheme
NYC '93, find me
Hiding with the finest hoes you've ever seen
Rhinestone in the nose

the Dead Sea
MP3s for the real OGs, bout one hundred degrees Pumping vitamin D like Sam Raimi
Watching Spider-Man three, running DMC to the NYC
Did it myself

the northwest coast
I feel a million miles away, I might just end up in LA
NYC to Tampa Bay I don't feel the same without you wrapped up in my arms

Late nights,

of ages
This that new shit that gon' get you high
I was up in NYC, looking for a piece of mine
Looking for a place to stay
Fucked around and lost my mind

to NYC,You’d understand why I wear Uggs in 90 degreesAnd why my mom, she makes me go to therapyYou must know, oh oh,You must know we’re Jewish girls,Oh

rocking out like we Green Day
Waking up early you know I go get it
Engineer boots and it's all in black leather
Tripp NYC with the zipper
Pop it like a few

the megaphone to calm the riot

Lick the ink off the obituary
Die in N.Y.C alone
My corpse covered in a million bugs…
In my stacked up hoarder’s home

I keep

yeah jag tar dig på en tur

Det finns ingen annan baby det finns bara du
Kan vi glömma henne sluta driva de inge kul
Vi kan dra till NYC it's the place

crackerjack clothes
From Queens Blvd. to the BQE
Glam metals' conquering the NYC
We love it loud
We blast it proud
The time has arrived

Let it all hang out

Girls, you know you better
Russo G from that NYC, look
O-Gang is the gang and the damn thing changed, nigga
Let me preach, look

Bad things, bad

ride with me?
See you lurking on my page
Hope you're proud of me
See no image of my life where you're not with me
Romance in NYC was the life for me
No

you bleed like a chick who on the rag
Benny moved bricks upstate I flooded NYC with Acid
Both got shit from cross the border without the import taxes

from here
But he jacking NYC
Like he be there
Playing they sides (no)
No this shit not fair
Cooking up on a 3.5
I be chilling in the lair
I'm going up

From Yaoundé to the NYC

Bébé it's crazy
How the world wanna see me fall
Bébé it's crazy
How the world wanna bring me down
Bébé it's crazy
How the world

as Texas
My turn in plug in NYC got 40 phones inside his taxi
OTP for the bypassing, sent the wire for the transfer
I’m blendin’ in I’m up on campus with

Playing spades in NYC, let’s not Trump this 
Brass skin, loud noises out yo head we call you trumpet 
Grey glass in my atmosphere today, Seattle

Sitting in the parking lot your arm draped over my shoulder
Wondering how life would be if we never got older
You went off to NYC and tried to forget

that's my hood too
I got fam there, just like Chott

Wick City, Florida, just like south of that, that's where JG and I rep, you know
NYC as well
Tampa Bay