Lyrics:
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
the spot
Imma laugh in they face
Like who sells
Wore this Ferragamo
Three different occasions
I'm thinkin it's time for a new belt
A new belt
I'm thinkin
nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
>From New Yor City
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
with a girl that was so new
Biggin' up my fans, biggin' up my crew yeah!
Worldwide yeah we got it going on, that's all right
Yeah we got it going
knows the deal
My sisters gear now has sex appeal
My brothers my partner and were getting paper
And three months later the whole hood cought the vapors
door dash
I’m in brand new everything it’s real splash
Copped a whole pound broke it down in all bags
Did it 10 more times I feel like the Birdman
a jetpack
It's so easy to stay on my feet
I got 10 toes down you're on your toes for the next track
I'm coming in now everybody get back
I'm so fly like I'm
the Northern lights
Ahh, ahh, ohh, ohh
Ahh, ahh, ohh, ohh
So nice by the Northern lights
So nice by the Northern lights
Vapor moons
Crossfade with the lights
up now
I’m on the clean-up
‘Cause I’m cleaning all these rappers
Niggas know I’m in this
Going to the cleaners with the Beamer ‘cause
I got that new
that pro meth shit
[Repeat: x2]
Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators
RIse n shIne Its tIme to go
ExchangIn ya tIme for dough
LImItIn the mInd for no
ThInkIn what ya lIfe was fo
DrInk to up the lImIt
Im kIllIn cellls by
Villie boy pull up by the block
Flip flops, and the white socks
No sleep, let the dream talk
Wavy got me feeling like Pac
Villie boy pull up by
winning
2020 brand new vision
Twenty 20's under dishes
400 get em whippin
Now I'm laughing at my haters
While riding elevators
Sky room hitting vapors
No
my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt, I like crackin' brews with bitches
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
check
Dirty living eventually led to jail visits
Dirty money got my bitch some new Chanel slippers
I can put it down I can enough
Chasing paper daily
happy with one life
I just need more time, Yea
Too busy chasing you
Like the waves rolling by
Feeling kind of blue
I'm calling this my favorite song
I
heavenly, gotta globe that im tryna see/
I aint messin with the jealousy i dont need that next to me
Im just tryna live heavenly, x4) /heavenly
Gotta
Go NY, Go
Go NY, (You are now on Dune Road)
Go NY Go NY Go (2x)
Say Go NY Go NY Go
Go NY
I'm Walt Clyde, New York Vibe, I'm all style, I'm on fire
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
and my man Bleek next
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators
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