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GENTLEMEN (feat. Sonnyy)
by 50nikh
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Too many foreigns
What am I whipping the royce or the 'cedes
Me and the fellas we made it
Running the city it's me and my lady
I'm flying up to the moon
Now I'm in hollywood playin with stars
Now I'm balling with billions
Now I'm heading to mars
You know I'm making maneuvers
I gotta call her an uber
Killin this track like I'm Kruger
The boy of your dreams, but I'm even cuter
She mess up my bag like she Hoover
She know how to suck like a Hoover
Her depression is great like it's Hoover
That girl she a 10 like that Hoover (DAM)
He ain't with the crew, he tryna get closer
Just tell him no, don't rock with no posers
Call the valet, parkin my rover
She hit my line, I'm heading over
Spittin bars, making melodys
Takin dubs, I'm winning these
I'm making hits, I never miss
I shoot my shot like the Kennedy's
Stars in her eyes
Whip down the battery hand on her thigh
Watch on my wrist, ain't for the time
Brooklyn to Queens, this city is mine
You know the vibes,
Cookin with gas when I'm writing these rhymes
50 and Sonnyy we partners in crime
I don't live there but you know this city is mine
New York, New York that's a hell of a town
Got models in limos no playing around
Sampled sinatra they loving the sound
I'm the king of this city I ain't stepping down
I'm on my yacht with the Russian Ballet
Sip on martinis new beach every day
Can't find nothing wrong so I don't gotta run away
Ask where my girl at i say "on the runway"
Dressed to the 9's, looking divine
That Empire State with that new state of mind
My shoes are Italian watch how they shine
My life looking up got me feeling sanguine
Said you got money but you never drip none
Twelve car garage, cause I like to spend some
New York shawty, she ask can we ride in my rarri'
But i got a couple I'm asking her "which one?"
Ay, y'all can't sleep on me I know this city don't sleep
Showed her my paycheck said read it and weep
Stay at the seasons I bought her the suite
Hop out the stretch then I tip the chauffeur
My girl on my arm, she covered in furs
Elegant lady yeah there ain't no stopping her
Rockin that dress till' I rock it right off of her
Stars in her eyes
Whip down the battery hand on her thigh
Watch on my wrist, ain't for the time
Brooklyn to Queens this city is mine, ay
You know the vibes,
Cookin with gas when I'm writing these rhymes
50 and Sonnyy we partners in crime
I don't live there but you know this city is mine
My Gucci ain't fake, yeah you know this one just custom
Ops tryna copy me I don't discuss em
Don't gotta cuss you just watch how I cuff em
Ay, she stay my darling while I'm coming up
Said she might leave me I'm calling her bluff
She just hit my line and she ask me "you up?"
Said her name lady luck i know she tryna... hang out with me
(Ay you know she tryna hang out with me)
Too many foreigns
What am I whipping the royce or the 'cedes
Me and the fellas we made it
Running the city it's me and my lady
I'm flying up to the moon
Now I'm in hollywood playin with stars
Now I'm balling with billions
Now I'm heading to mars
You know I'm making maneuvers
I gotta call her an uber
Killin this track like I'm Kruger
The boy of your dreams, but I'm even cuter
She mess up my bag like she Hoover
She know how to suck like a Hoover
Her depression is great like it's Hoover
That girl she a 10 like that Hoover (DAM)
He ain't with the crew, he tryna get closer
Just tell him no, don't rock with no posers
Call the valet, parkin my rover
She hit my line, I'm heading over
Spittin bars, making melodys
Takin dubs, I'm winning these
I'm making hits, I never miss
I shoot my shot like the Kennedy's
Stars in her eyes
Whip down the battery hand on her thigh
Watch on my wrist, ain't for the time
Brooklyn to Queens, this city is mine
You know the vibes,
Cookin with gas when I'm writing these rhymes
50 and Sonnyy we partners in crime
I don't live there but you know this city is mine
New York, New York that's a hell of a town
Got models in limos no playing around
Sampled sinatra they loving the sound
I'm the king of this city I ain't stepping down
I'm on my yacht with the Russian Ballet
Sip on martinis new beach every day
Can't find nothing wrong so I don't gotta run away
Ask where my girl at i say "on the runway"
Dressed to the 9's, looking divine
That Empire State with that new state of mind
My shoes are Italian watch how they shine
My life looking up got me feeling sanguine
Said you got money but you never drip none
Twelve car garage, cause I like to spend some
New York shawty, she ask can we ride in my rarri'
But i got a couple I'm asking her "which one?"
Ay, y'all can't sleep on me I know this city don't sleep
Showed her my paycheck said read it and weep
Stay at the seasons I bought her the suite
Hop out the stretch then I tip the chauffeur
My girl on my arm, she covered in furs
Elegant lady yeah there ain't no stopping her
Rockin that dress till' I rock it right off of her
Stars in her eyes
Whip down the battery hand on her thigh
Watch on my wrist, ain't for the time
Brooklyn to Queens this city is mine, ay
You know the vibes,
Cookin with gas when I'm writing these rhymes
50 and Sonnyy we partners in crime
I don't live there but you know this city is mine
My Gucci ain't fake, yeah you know this one just custom
Ops tryna copy me I don't discuss em
Don't gotta cuss you just watch how I cuff em
Ay, she stay my darling while I'm coming up
Said she might leave me I'm calling her bluff
She just hit my line and she ask me "you up?"
Said her name lady luck i know she tryna... hang out with me
(Ay you know she tryna hang out with me)
