letra de new york - lil blade
[chorus]
got a call from a label, say they want me in new york
try to play me like a hoe and get your lame ass extorted
a b-tch from out the country – trump see her, she deported
i ain’t no lil’ n-gga, yeah, my bank account enormous
yeah, i know these other n-ggas hot, but i’m scorchin’
playin’ roles with these hoes like i’m tracy morgan
i can’t move around the same, nah, i’m too important
they know they f-cked up, when they passed me the torch, n-gga
[verse 1]
think she special, ‘cause i let her call me darnell
she don’t even know i had her friend doing cart-wheels
told him, “meet me in the hood, i’m on hartwell”
my n-ggas f-ckin’ tennessee up like the tar heels
told him, “book me first-class, put me next to the pilot”
got a bag of rubber-bands, i got too much for a wallet
i’m a boss, lil’ n-gga, call them dawgs if it’s problems
finger […] to a fade like chauncey billups and wallace
and my main b-tch a demon, but she wearin’ palm angels
chillin’ in the crib, all cameras, no cable
go back to the ‘burbs, no yard, it’s all lakeview
you ain’t wanna f-ck, but the chain gon’ make you, b-tch
[chorus]
got a call from a label, say they want me in new york
try to play me like a hoe and get your lame ass extorted
a b-tch from out the country – trump see her, she deported
i ain’t no lil’ n-gga, yeah, my bank account enormous
yeah, i know these other n-ggas hot, but i’m scorchin’
playin’ roles with these hoes like i’m tracy morgan
i can’t move around the same, nah, i’m too important
they know they f-cked up, when they passed me the torch, n-gga
[verse 2]
everybody eatin’, so i had to run it up
my hoes mad i’m with my b-tch, i told ‘em, “suck it up”
a real n-gga in the flesh, girl, i’m one of one
i’m poppin’ rose bottles, i don’t sip out double-cups
n-ggas … me, even though i knew my mans had it
now, i keep that dog sh-t like i’m craig daddy
say she on her period, i’ll take the head gladly
had a n-gga on his toes like some dance classes
felt better once a n-gga started gettin’ money
when i seen my first ten, i almost hit the dougie
ain’t gotta ask a n-gga sh-t, yeah, the feelin’ lovely
must have forgot who i was, you muf-ckin’ dummy
[chorus]
got a call from a label, say they want me in new york
try to play me like a hoe and get your lame ass extorted
a b-tch from out the country – trump see her, she deported
i ain’t no lil’ n-gga, yeah, my bank account enormous
yeah, i know these other n-ggas hot, but i’m scorchin’
playin’ roles with these hoes like i’m tracy morgan
i can’t move around the same, nah, i’m too important
they know they f-cked up, when they passed me the torch, n-gga
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