Lyrics:
and Moesha
You play the keys to my soul just like Alicia
Yeah
I gotta "Crush" on you
You "Cactus Cooler" than the rest they ain't got much on you
And I'm a fan
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
L.A. and New York
So all you West Coast niggas, get that money
Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny
New York
Phoebe Hunt (BMI) © 2017
I'm headed to New York for the month of July
Will it suck me up will it leave me dry?
WIll it stone me cold? Will
inside his old Levis
And filled up his boots with his feet
While the subways beneath New York City
Screamed through the veins of the street
For the lady
New York City
All in Los Angeles California
From the drive lanes to the open seas baby
To all my beautiful ladies
[Akon]
(I see)
The first
New York City
All in Los Angeles California
From the drive lanes to the open seas baby
To all my beautiful ladies
(I see)
The first thing I
key
Cruising 'round the city, working hard need a milli'
Got her feeling pretty now she wanna pop a pilly (Yah ah)
Shawty why you playing with me
Puerto-Rican and a little bit Italian
Sitting on the steps outside the Natural History
New York fucking City and I love the history
Everything a melting pot
to hold ‘em gotta know when to fold em
Play your cards right, we can do this day and night
Paris, New York, New York, then Luxor too
Dine at the Top
at?
Just got to New York like a gnat on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell 'em
Lay back,
Swizzing the music like I was with Alicia
I'm Stevie Wonder my niggah I couldn't see the keys locked in the place of my mind
Where my demons wanna sleep but
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
the Young Man say
Before he stole you away
On that fateful day Fatima
Fatima,
Did he know your name
Or the plans we made,
To go to New York City, Fatima
he stole you away
On that fateful day Fatima
Fatima,
Did he know your name
Or the plans we made,
To go to New York City, Fatima
And after school we
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
on a voyage with Rick
Floating - tryna see how buoyant I'm is
I'm hot like Mims
Or Tim's in New York
At a fork tryna find me a path to the torch
Or a road
megatons
No bologna or hog maws
Marriot Marquese my hairy balls in ya broads jaws
Sweat Suits like new york city mob Dons
They know I'm the one they
laced
(You know that they what)
Wanna sip like we sip
So lavish my team so it's only by the case
New York to Paris we striving (We striving)
Hop
runnin cities like Geechie Dan
When Richie Cunningham was Opie I was low-key
Airing niggas that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for
Oya carry your bag and start your joinery my wife is coming
I no be rema but i like my woman
I will fly her to germany new Jersey we go go new york city
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
Know what I mean? We about to get it popping, let's
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
fresh mind stale,
Now, who you know
With the New York,
That keeps a brother respect
From California like I'm
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Well, I'm Pete
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