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letra de new york city - godfather of harlem

[intro: swizz beatz]
y’all know it’s saudi bronx
new york city
you heard me?
hahaha
mm
woo (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
woo (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
d-mn it feel good (hey, hey, hey, hey)
yeah

[chorus: swizz beatz]
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey, city)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey, d-mn)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, i cut that one in one take)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey)
f-ck what thеy say, i rock my pelle pellе anyway (brrt)
f-ck what they say, i rock my dirty timbs anyway (yo)
f-ck what they say, it’s double r’s still anyway (you know)
this city on lock, we throw it up anyway

[post-chorus: scarlip]
give me all your money, your money (huh, this a stick-up, n-gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (talk sour, d-ck up, n-gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (huh, this a stick-up, n-gga)
give me all your money (talk sour, d-ck up, n-gga)
[refrain: scarlip]
n-ggas gettin’ buckwild (woo, woo)
n-gga, don’t you run now (woo, woo)
my n-ggas, they got guns out (woo, woo)
in this game, it’s only one route (woo, woo)
pull them slugs out, n-gga

[verse 1: scarlip]
freeze, motherf-cker, on your knees, motherf-cker
hands up, don’t you even breathe, motherf-cker
ladies, listen
put the money in the bag, you better fill it
do you really wanna leave here with a bullet?

[refrain: scarlip]
n-ggas gettin’ buckwild (woo, woo)
n-ggas got them guns out (woo, woo)
n-gga, don’t you run now (woo, woo)
we gon’ pull them slugs out (woo, woo)

[chorus: swizz beatz]
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey, d-mn)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey)
f-ck what they said, it’s still the south bronx anyway
f-ck what they said, it’s still bk anyway (g’s)
queens n-ggas all day, harlem n-ggas don’t play (woah)
staten island get the green, wu-tang any day
[post-chorus: scarlip]
give me all your money, your money (huh, this a stick-up, n-gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (talk sour, d-ck up, n-gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (huh, this a stick-up, n-gga)
give me all your money (talk sour, d-ck up, n-gga)

[verse 2: scarlip]
walk up in the party, tell the bartender pour it up
n-ggas watchin’, but the grip is sittin’ in the tuck
he got somethin’ on his chest, i make a n-gga cough it up
now that n-gga coughin’ blood, who said you could talk to us?

- godfather of harlem

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