| Sosa I promise
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| Sosa Sosa Sosa
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| Hey yo I’m all better
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| Far as trades go, jack of all
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| Back and forth
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| Preponderance of y’all
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| Jabberjaws jacking off
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| Don’t make me take my jacket off
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| Knock it off
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| Check out them broads I be knocking off
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| Dropping off
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| Top it off
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| Anytime I take a loss, shake it off (word)
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| You don’t want no beef stroganoff
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| You don’t get no beats, you just be strokin' off
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| You don’t get broken off
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| You are not hot enough for taking they clothing off
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| You are not cold enough
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| I am not going hard I’m holding off
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| Go and take Tylenol
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| You do not got the balls
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| You don’t know how to ball, not at all
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| You might need Ritalin or Adderall
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| You might be better off sitting at your pad playing paddleball
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| You don’t wanna battle with a cat with my catalogue
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| Digital or analogue
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| Even with a cannonball or cattle prod
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| Better flee to Myanmar or Zanzibar
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| Peeling through Babylon
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| Hands not on handlebars
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| You ain’t got the acumen to handle bars
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| You should just pack it in
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| You are just saccharin mallomars
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| Know that y’all fans of ours
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| You talk shit like senators
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| Go half ass like minotaurs
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| Homey we the Julliard
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| Rest of y’all are kindergarten
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| Me and I Am Many like oil and vinegar
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| Ggrraahhh!!!
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that’s work)
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that’s true)
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that’s work)
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that’s true)
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| Tell 'em!
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| Bar hopping, car robbing, purse snatching
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| Rapping a perverse verse in reverse, he first, it’s me verse the earth,
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| (breath) nickel bag of dirt
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| Triple fat goose & boom box booming
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| Ba ba ba ba ba ba booming
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| I’m at the park doing the barbecue
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| Sharp du, due to what the barber do
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| Barbra cute, little mean
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| I don’t mean to bother you
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| I do mean to borrow you
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| There’s a part of me that goes with a part of you
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| Seeing citi bikes go unharmed is horrible
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| Don’t these yuppie fuck heads bother you?
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| Now you’re wearing helmets, some pair of balls
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| Hope you make the wrong turn somewhere and fall
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| The white wife beater reign supreme over all with the exception of the denim
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| overalls
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| Fuck it it’s IAMMANY, shit try to impress him
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| I step in the session rep’n the reckoning
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| Beckoning veterans
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| Stepping to better men
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| But I’m OK Solo, the incredible letterman
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| They don’t want to let him in, cause they don’t want to let him win
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| A gentleman slash Rebel, level x general, the greatest bravest fakers get the
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| testicles… Out
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that’s work)
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that’s true)
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that’s work)
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| Y’all don’t know about the real New York
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| I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that’s true)
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| Tell 'em! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real New York , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Kindness for Weakness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп