| As a New York City kid
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| As a New York City kid
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| Working on a way to get it, do you copy?
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| All I want’s a little shine and a day with Margot Robbie
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| I don’t think that’s much to ask for, I’m sorry
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| If you fuckin' with the kid, let me hear you say it loudly, oh
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| New York, New York City kid
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| New York, New York City kid, right
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| Only be rapping 'bout what I really did
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| Are you feeling it?
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| Break down the 'Wood and put some kill in it
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| How you thirty and you still a bitch?
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| Too many punches to the head that you ain’t feelin' hit
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| We really on our Scott Pilgrim shit
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| It’s everybody vs. the world that we living in
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| Always prayed that next year would be the best year
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| Well, I’m a Knicks fan
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| Started losing balance, had to tighten up my kickstand
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| Don’t trip, it’s all part of the big plan
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| She mad I ain’t post her on my story for her birthday
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| You a jerk, you the worst
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| Ah, fuck it, buy her a purse with half the purse
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| 'Cause I’m never out of work, you feel me?
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| Got Sinatra blasting on the freeway
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| Chrome 2s I got from eBay
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| Just left dinner, had an elite steak
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| Guess that’s what happens when you raise 'em
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| Yeah, get by or get good at the simulation
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| Working on the way to get it, do you copy?
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| All I want’s a little shine and a day with Margot Robbie
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| I don’t think that’s much to ask for, I’m sorry
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| If you fuckin' with the kid, let me hear you say it loudly, oh
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| New York, New York City kid
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| New York, New York City kid, right
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| Only be rapping 'bout what I really did
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| Are you feeling it?
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| Fresh out the shower, hair down, I look like Raven, I’m sayin'
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| After Margot Robbie, I need a date with Megan
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| Stallion with Italian, we can be like Rocky and Adrian
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| I ain’t playing, let me innovate shit
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| Put a little whiskey in my cup and she say I’m on some Drake shit
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| It’s cool 'cause she ain’t got as many jokes when she naked
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| Her ex crazy, I’ma handle it
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| Cut off the head and leave him hanging on the mantle
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| In New York, I feel like Mickey Mantle
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| Mike Mussina, multiple M’s
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| I’m seeing pinstripe suits, steezin'
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| Flyin' south for the colder season, ayy
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| But my heart belongs to Brooklyn, I ain’t never been for treason
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| They don’t want beef, they unseasoned (Yeah)
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| Your wifey a cum demon
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| Yeah, she a eater
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| Pick her up when you done grieving
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| I’m done feeding, for real
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| Working on the way to get it, do you copy?
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| All I want’s a little shine and a day with Margot Robbie
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| I don’t think that’s much to ask for, I’m sorry
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| If you fuckin' with the kid, let me hear you say it loudly, oh
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| New York, New York City kid
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| New York, New York City kid, right
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| Only be rapping 'bout what I really did
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| Are you feeling it?
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| New York, New York City kid
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| New York, New York City kid, right
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| (Hi, Nyck Caution, I love you)
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| New York, New York City kid
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| New York, New York City kid, right
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| (New York, New York City kid
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| New York, New York City kid) |