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heems - yo what's good new york lyrics

[hook: kool a.d]
yo what’s good new york? (yo what’s good new york?)
yo what’s good new york? (yo what’s good new york?)
yo what’s good new york? (and everybody in the bay)
yo what’s good new york? (and everybody in the bay)

[verse 1: lakutis]
ayo my black swan feathers never ruffle
like a crow, russell
go russell, it’s your birthday
i’m a b-st-rd like jon snow
so i rocked the fur shoulder joint
while i cry about it
i’m supplied swords by hooded men
goonish den where i lay at
vajayjay they parade for me like i was pat sajak
yaya baybay, how you living?
me, i got a chip in my brain
and three t-tties to boot
so whatcha thinking?
probably ’bout s-x with me
probably the next to be
f-cking with the three sea sh-lls
me i’m from the future
watch how i maneuver
brazilian, xuxa
a million, rugers
a thousand, island, dressing
i’m undressing and dismembering you
in my eyes and hive mind and brain
’95 kane’s car from light blue
crystal, cleanest sh-t
sharp as a thistle
flyer than a regular piece of paper
salmon with the mayo and the capers
me i’m getting paper
split hooves like a satyr
living large b00bs major
s-xy silly baby with the porcelain crown
man down, man down
momma, moma, natural history museum
where i find my boney brethren
you can get in if you’re s-xed in
see me s-xting, creepy s-x pin
peep the deepest bluest
my hat is like a d-ck, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 2: action bronson]

i got the drugs by the part between the nuts and the -ssh0l-
tom selleck on the facial
schwarzenegger figure from the ’80s
pasta tossed with basil
sprinkle me with cheese
got the hookup on the cable
gl-ss tables, feets up by the patio
she got the p-ssy from the sea
diver scallop rap got the b-tches in the back
blowing sack
overaged just one or two years
f-ck me for new year’s (yeah)
i’m like the one man gang
accompanied by sl!ck
your company wasn’t f-cking with me
now you’re comfortably tugging on my d-ck
hunger for a hit
do a tumble and a flip, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3: heems]

shouts queens, shouts my sister shivani
good bye solo, chop shop, man push cart
ramin bahrani, the ladies they rani
beauty who cop jewelry and maharani-
jewelers on union turnpike
shouts to dap’s mom, that’s huma
shouts to wrestlers, yokozuna
shouts to tiger ali singh with bling on
speaking klingon
kiss the ring on, my fingers, is what i’ve been on
concurrent, young sleepy call me venom
flow is sharp, throwing darts
dropping cats, owen hart
florida grocery
shoutout to floetry
shoutout to bushra rehman’s poetry
shouts to mohammad
we used to burn in the back of the beamer
third world fam
he was the first of the cats that called me heema
not for fema, schemer
for abner louima, dreamer
you ain’t on what heems on (uh!)
walk with me, my shirts is lilac
my skin is brown
i’m blue so i rap
i cough til my capillaries burst
and i’m carried in a hearst
you’re carrying a purse
i’m valiant with words
carrying the herb
marrying the verbs
you all merry and you herbs
(yeah!)

- heems lyrics

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