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letra de new york remix - angel haze

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ive been running through the jungle trying to find myself
murdering any and everything besides myself
with a blueprint n-gga i designed myself
and a flow that you b-tches can’t buy by shelf
b-tch listen, you couldn’t get picked if you ducked up
black belt bars catch a beatin with some nunchucks
rip your f-cking head off stick every single thumb up your -ss
and sit back and still leave untouched, yeo i said i still leave untouched
all hail mary mrs never gave one f-ck, i dont even really know how i can make it clearer
only person that can beat me, is in the mirror. so i dun jumped on my own track
bodied everybody told them n-ggas hit the road, jack daniels in my cup, all my n-ggas sippin congnac, with prozac its king haze and b-tches watchin thrones at

and if you sneak dissin watch your whole back, i put you on the ground b-tch n-gga where your souls at
313 but you can catch me where the dough’s at, hold up, peter can you bring the song back?

sick b-tch, chicken noodle soup face
calls from over seas like a motherf-cking crusade
crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop, brooklyn, made this sh-t in covert
313 but i, i run new york, i run new york

uh, look, im a motherf-cking monster just give me something to spaz
on my foot and shoe’s sole is the only beat your -ss on
green in my hands like i got my hulk smash on
all you b-tches here, are merely something to p-ss on
i dont give a f-ck, that has always been the motto
riding roman reggie like a motherucking idol
ridin around with prezzie like a god d-mn obama
and i am about the green b-tch i need more commas
i do not, see or need no drama, i cannot give a f-ck about your ego
imma god d-mn boss they will squeeze those llamas
you will run, you will cry you will need your mama b-tch
i can’t understand for the life of me, why all these ugly rat b-tches keep tryin me
b-tch i am a god i am high and defiently, everything you little monkey b-tches only try to be
holdup

sick b-tch, chicken noodle soup face
calls from over seas like a motherf-cking crusade
crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop, brooklyn, made this sh-t in covert
n-gga im beast, i run new york, i run new york

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