Paroles de la chanson NYC par Bizzy Banks

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Paroles de la chanson NYC par Bizzy Banks

Rrah
Get money
Bizzy

Look, it's like 85 degrees bring the bitches out (Bring the bitches out)
1942 and Casamigo bring the chicken out
Brodie watch the opps live if he said them niggas drillin' out (What?)
I told 'em that they down on the score so they be chillin' out (Facts)
I hate when bitches get drunk and let they feelings out
That's why I fuck a bitch good and then I kick her out (Gotta go)
My lil' bitch heard the song she like "That's what'chu doing?"

I said "Girl you gotta chill, you know it's just music." (Like )
And you can tell her ass real, look how her legs move wit' it (Move wit' it)
You think I brought a fast car just to chill and cruise in it? (Cruise in it?)
I'm in the trenches swervin' potholes they say I'm losin' it (Losin' it)
And go and take their jewelry back cause that shit aluminum (Haha)
I can still hit the trap and go and move a few of them (Move a few of them)
Ask these rappers half these niggas don't know what to do with them (At all)
All the shit I hate doing it be lookin' cute to them
Niggas never did it but they teach it to the youth and 'em

Call me a bad motherfucker 'cause I'm really screwin' them
Yeah (Yeah)
I fucked a lot of niggas' mothers (A lot of niggas' mothers)
A lot of niggas gang but not a lot of niggas brothers
Yeah they hated us back then, but I bet now, niggas love us (Now niggas love us)
And for the niggas pillow talkin', better take cover (Take cover)
'Cause when I slide it's the killin' send you to the upper (To the )
How you talk down on the niggas just so you could fuck her? (What?)
And if I gotta do that, then I will never touch her
I'm on the block every day, I'm just a different hustler

And these niggas can't catch up so I just call 'em mustard
Those the bros, we a family like Live n' Color
Ain't talkin' tens, come to the hood and you could step in butter (Step in butter)
Yeah that ten shit, they hoppin' out that van quick (Van quick)
You ain't never jig, had no shootouts on that Van Wyck (Rrah)
I don't even look or go reply to all that fan shit (Rrah)
'Cause these niggas talk hot but never did shit to the damn kid (At all)
I was a baby but I still was on that man shit
Hop out and we blam shit (Hop out and we )
Yeah my niggas gon' fan shit (My niggas gon')
Brodie gon' just shoot 'cause he don't really understand shit (Understand what?)

Niggas get caught and start singin' like they Sam Smith
I said I could keep on goin' if you want me to (If you want me to)
Them niggas will move like you cool but they don't fuck with you (They don't fuck wit' you)
I be in the jungle with my jewelry livin' comfortable (Comfortable)
Still livin' sleazy
Do a nigga greasy (Greasy)
What, I gotta post on the gram to believe me? (Huh?)
Wat'chu think, I'ma let the opps catch me easy? (What?)
Way before Chief Keef, we was spinnin', bumpin' Weezy (Facts)
We was in the trap bumpin' Gucci Mane and Jeezy (Gucci Mane and Jeezy)

I used to dream bout Pelly, I ain't never know bout Cleazys (At all)
Bro just took three, I told him holla if you need me (If they need me)
They wonder how I do it without looking like I'm Stevey
I just make a call, they hide his head up like a beanie (Rrah)
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