Lyrics:
head (shoutout to my nigga, Hassan, Alright)
I was gettin' some head, gettin'- gettin' some head (my nigga, Remo, New York City)
I was- she's the kind
York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfucking thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
As for me, icy gleaming pinky
a year ago today, my nigga, I was counting change
Yeah hopping trains up in New York city
No I gotta thank God cause if you weren't with me
Then I
Houdini
For my traumatized soldiers
Hope they rest in peace now
Spend 100K like the gangs from New York
Surrounded by the ghost feeling I'm in the sixth
be choosing by the dime of a dozen (ohh)/ finessed her thave a threesome with a her friend & her cousin (ohh)
This city full of sin everybody’s out
See I'm me
Yeah I'm me
It's a New York state of mind
If love is hard to find
It's Simple man
Get you a Gemini
FYI
You could say I'm different
You can
around once
Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt
Grimy and gritty, New York City's top gun
of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look pretty
I had it all spread out, even one next door
I had it like that, so what ya askin' for?
Four
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New york city of god
I 'den saved some of new york's
then, she's taking a Plan B
I got a Delilah, it's true, but she ain't in New York City, she in Classical B.U
And she's driven, independent, never
wears his John Deer cap and she wears her pearls
That country boy and city girl
Her porcelain skin and his farmer's tan
New York opera meets a bluegrass
night with my girl by my side on the floor
My matchbook is out better stop at the convenience store
Baby, don't bring me to New York City now
She said,
in di gri
You go a London, Paris, an New York City
[Chorus: x2]
Wi nahve nuh interest fi go par wid no czar
(Oh no, yuh know mi nah guh stray)
You wear the night, you're a New York girl
You've seen it all before
Baby I got you down on Valence Street
I'm gonna melt you down to the core
Feel
like the queen of New York
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about
on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks
Ballin' in New York like a motherfuckin'
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight girl you look so pretty
Yes you do
Time square can't
New York City! (Keith Turbo)
You're listening to the number one
The one and only (Keith Turbo)
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Pontiac GTO
could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
(What?)
New plans, forty grands on the Lex land
I'm the white Gucci Mane with a spray tan
(Spray tan)
Big ballers don't
must leave,
Got your car keys,
And some CD’s of Alicia Keys, in the backseat,
That I’d never leave
Like a credit card scheme,
Now you can’t see
Fine girl from New York City
I don't mind if you give me chance
Can I have just one more dance
Before you leave for the summer time
Runaway with
ask the S girls, the sags
Play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is
Yo we ran with
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