Lyrics:
ever wanna let you go
It's a certain kind of feelin', you know that feelin' you get
When got it right, then you know what's what
You got me on some
get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get
him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death
Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
got it but it ain't gon' hook right
Drop seven on lock tight, fuck wit' it the whole night
Try to hit and she hid the Sprite, got you mad like Tina
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the chair
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by
have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
Arriving soon to platforms everywhere
A brand new song that you gotta hear
It’s made by Joey that’s me Fabü
Hope you ready for it 'cause I’m looking
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
Ah Ah Ah I rise with the day
Tryna cut me and stuff me a slice
Of life's pie in my face
Ahhhhhhh gotta ride with the k
Fuckin right, aye
Nothing
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
gotta correct it
If you got a name, you gotta protect it
If you give me shock, then you gotta electric
Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
the Bronx!)
It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, now assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take
la la la
Sing
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
Come closer honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right
Oh
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Please, won't you tell me who did it
The illest motherfucker
Your
that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
My diamonds be VVs (VVs)
They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news (the news)
I got
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got
Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces
Yeah, yo
Real shit only, yeah (make some noise)
that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
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