Lyrics:
A bunch of people that really might end your life soon
I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you
These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like
and ask Devoni who she love (real talk)
Come to your cookout and shoot it up
You don't gotta lookout we doin' us
I know why they bitin', my flow is nuts
I
J A M S
Smoothest out the midwest
Jet suite out of Burbank
Took a quick flight
Gentleman of leisure
I like to get my mind right
Motivated by
Manhattan by your side.
I hold you close. You Whisper in my ear:
I'm easy as Sunday morning.
We dance alone just like it's yesterday.
The lights in here
Come gimme love o gimme gimme love
Come gimme love o gimme gimme love oh yea yea
Phyzabeck na me dey here so
Ba ba ba ba by by by
This your love
Manhattan
She's shocking me I can't handle it
Can't handle life, don't feel right
I don't feel much at all
Until now those grays surround those hazel eyes
I
real love
Like excuse me baby
I just want your sweet and nothing
Now and later baby
Oh yeahhhh
Get the motherfucking money boy
Stay up stay prayed up
from the back end
Major hardcore a renegade doing ninety on the interstate Got Cha bow to generate its just another business day My girl sweet like
In the museum of natural history
The scent of cigarettes and sweets
Makes me steal every flower the city planted
Everything we say is a magic spell
made of sheets
Got bitten by a squirrel and stepped on a syringe
The view of Manhattan from GW bridge
You said, "Honey"
I said, "Baby"
You said, "Funny"
in the middle of Manhattan
By a tree in the woods, or wherever we might happen
And she might be pretty and I might be plain
But if it’s really love,
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
don't mean to be so rude you know I think of you highly
You're always worrying about me but I promise that I'll be okay
As long as your by my side
I got
him leanin
I dont got no options I gotta stack it
Cuz my problems be double backin
18 posted by the back end
22 I'll leave you flattened
West 151st I'm
get right
I'm not tryna fight wanna keep the peace
It's never sweet got the gang with me
Watch the company I keep, protect my energy
Dope fresh from
to Manhattan, back on my feet
I'm a loser in love, I'll admit my defeat
Brought up in New York, brought down in LA
It's a nice place to visit, but I couldn't
treat but I swear it ain't sweet, my boy
If you hatin' me that ain't P, my boy
Keep it G you could probably never be, my boy
Cause I can see your baby
Carmen
From the streets of Manhattan, 1923
c little babe in the city, with the world at her feet
In an age of innovation, still with chasms so deep
When she finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thing a running around
I know there'll be the debit to pay
She'll come blowin' like
and getting lawsuits by the dozen
Sweet tooth
Who are you fooling with your trumped-up talk, you big baby
Sweet tooth
Scooby Doo ain’t got a thing on you
But
and they love to
Look inside of you
You're as sweet as you can be
Step Down, you're through
You talk aloud behind the doors and backs
Of people
in our hands
Drive into Manhattan on a date with a starlet who's just talent
That's what people pay the money to see
Who are we to argue?
Five
Reminds me of that sweet tea
That summer heat
That summer heat
That sweet tea
That summer heat
That summer heat that ugh
That summer heat
That summer
Singing sweet country music
Makes me wish that I was there
Well, he'd lean back in his rocker
With a bible in his hand
And he'd talk about religion
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