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​maajins - nuyork lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, (woo)
hey, hey, hey, (woo)
(woo, woo)
ayo, ian

[chours]
“where you at” (yeah)
i’m back in new york
she said “when you gon’ come see me”
the balenciaga store
catch a flight to la in a bb
f+ck then i leave i don’t want your wh0re
he dropped and it flopped everybody see it
i can not blame that n+gga, a dork (ayo, ian)
walking with wood n+gga, i ain’t leaving
put him in a morgue ’cause that n+gga, think he a demon (demon)
10 bands just scored
now we taking it you ain’t receiving b+tch
she ain’t give me no warning she eat up the d+ck like a heathen
hit his body like neosporin
dope in the fridge and my neck freezing yeah
i can’t tell the difference between you and these hoes (yeah)
hit the store hit the mall lost my voice at the show (huh)
meet me at the terminal by 8 and you can come
that boy act dumb he got robbed checked his cash app and his gun (gun, yeah, yeah)
back+to+back shows can’t get no sleep been on a roll
put your mans in a ashtray his pack is super dope

[verse]
made 10 bands last month let’s double it
he played me his tape i ain’t f+ck with it
keep all the straps on my d+ck why you touching it
drop all the heat on my fans they loving it
and my n+ggas, know i love y’all back
came in the cut and she asks “what’s in it” (ayo, ian)
and she taking a walk to the back yeah
t+t+t+too many racks in the bag
she got a new n+gga, he not in my rank
1.2 lil b+tch i’m paid and i’m signed
and i don’t rob b+tch, i make the beats i can buy alive yeah
i could f+ck your wife if i wanted to n+gga, to talk nice
yeah
he broke put him in some rice n+gga, he a fool
but i’m not surprised yeah
walk in that b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
break all the rules n+gga, who gon’ die about it
came with a switch press a b+tton down left the whole block rip then go cry about it
i’m so lowkey put my money in a stock bits n+gga im gon fly about
i’m gon fly about about it fly to your state
do a show and you will die about it sorry for the wait
got the shootas they all proud ’bout it told her go away
i don’t know why she got loud ’bout it yeah

[chours]
“where you at” (yeah)
i’m back in new york
she said “when you gon’ come see me”
the balenciaga store
catch a flight to la in a bb
f+ck then i leave i don’t want your wh0re
he dropped and it flopped everybody see it
i can not blame that n+gga, a dork (ayo, ian)
walking with wood n+gga, i ain’t leaving



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