Lyrics:
me bro you don't want smoke
Now imma cop me a mansion
Meet up with her in Manhattan
Music was blasting
Pullin up on me what's happening
Shooters be
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
another night in New York
Yo The Bronx is not Brooklyn
Brooklyn aint Manhattan
Manhattan aint Queens
Queens is not Statin
Long island still strong
are tough times
Don't you know it's a miracle
To leave the city for a day
And get lost in the breeze, I'm changing by degrees
There's sunshine here
based on true events, partially
But yeah, we gon' run this shit
Yeah, yeah
Yo
Yeah we're faded in Manhattan
So we took it to the mattress
After that you
here in New York City now
And I get lonesome now and then
I'm dreamin' one day life will carry me to Tipperary once again
The dream gets stronger
right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be
In the greatest city
In the greatest city in the world
The world turned upside
and I always got a lot to say
On ya hands and knees but you ain't boutta pray
We take it day by day
Tellin me you in my city
Baby where do you stay
and in Manhattan
I feel it in the Bronx (I feel it) the boogie down Bronx (I feel it)
I feel it in the air (I feel it) around you
Salimos del metro alli
(U-God)
Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
Wit' cats and dogs become meat
Goddamn! new york city!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect y'all niggas
We used to be down with y'all niggas
All
They're kissin' in Cleveland, Kansas City, too
They're wailin' in Wildwood, back at Waterloo
They're smoochin' all over, even in St.Loo
Ah so
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect why'all niggas
We used to be down with why'all niggas
Nashville is the place to be
Music city, Tennessee
Sweaty masses slosh around
Fueled by that Country sound
The tunes that rattle down the street
Make
days in the G.O. but Lord knows (Lord knows)
This that summertime spades in the backyard
Lemon pepper on my ten wings, fried hard
Now please keep ya
days in the G.O. but Lord knows (Lord knows)
This that summertime spades in the backyard
Lemon pepper on my ten wings, fried hard
Now please keep ya
fat stomachs in the limousines
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage,
the lighthouse
Summertime in Tyresö I cycle in the night now
City in the winter I been singing while the lake freeze
I was crossing hills ill be your vivi when
I'ma keep strictly honest
With you
I don't really see this
Going to far
You know it's summertime
But still
I slip on my ones hit the freeway
I'm in
Yo In the summertime heat
When the pulse is back
You get to bumpin the beat
Hear me attackin the track - I lack
Nothing at all, got the baddest gear
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City
hand
Showed me how to twirl
With the country band
Love you so much
Wish that it could last
Summertime goes by
Way too fast
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
Summer
to the breeze dancing' through the leaves,
freeze, the city move's in slow motion like a dream
I'm left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes
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