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michael rothschild - new york new york lyrics

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(intro)

it’s that time of year, grab yourself a beer, new york, new york, where you f-ckin’ at?

(verse 1)

now back in new york
when i was bumpin’ 2 short
i used to smoke newport’s
my brotha that’s a new sport
i got here from the clearport
and ate up at the food court
my favorite number two-four
i f-ck around with 2 wh0r-s
yeah

what you know about the game and how to work it
let me fix your lips i f-ckin’ hate it when you smirkin’
stupid women, all you dumb b-tches started twerkin’
i’m in a black pea coat catch me on the corner lurkin’

yeah, my language kinda bad, like meek milly on the track
wouldn’t help me rap sh-t if i was even fully black, but im half, plus i’m back, no probation little b-tch, what you think about that?
you could hit my homie up, if looking for a sack
you need michael well then, you could hit me on my jac
d-mn

if you even knew the lingo, i used to be a beatle like the old name was ringo, bingo
every time i drop another single
i’m hittin h-lla women, and i ain’t’ on f-cking christian mingle
your chick need the d, she can give my -ss a jingle
get yourself some pringles homie… you single

it’s that time of year, grab yourself a beer, new york, new york where you f-ckin’ at?

it’s that time of year, grab yourself a beer, new york, new york where the f-ck you at?

(verse 2)

they ain’t love me then, but i bet they love me now
had to run the streets, god told me hold it down
try to f-ck with me, i don’t ever f-ck around
look at all these women man they coming through my town

f-ckin’ witcha mom bruh, in a conda, she met me in a honda, tried to grab my anaconda
she 45 like her name was rhonda, we in the sauna
actin’ like she fonda.. me

triple beam dreams im tryna serve a fhene, catch yo girl legs open while im rippin off her jeans
please, if you finna take my cream, imma hit you with the steam, spill blood ; leaking straight up out your spleen
f-ckin’ with me buddy, trust me, ikema will get chu leaned, i mean falllin’ over like you just woke up from a dream

and you p-ssies know my rollers mean
they got the chrome on they guns and got nice trees
we all dressed to the t, nike airs, black and green, high-tops on our feet, what the f-ck you mean… please

no scratch
watch out for the rats, she’ll do anything just to get you clap
watch it, hit you in the back, still bl–dy with no rag, are you gettin’ that?
i’ll treat you like your girlfriend homie you just gettin’ slapped
you ain’t doin sh-t back, cl!ck clak, blip blap
neighbors, yeah them motherf-ckers probably heard that

don’t ever call me riff raff, stupid, you know that i get that
braids in my hair, and my broad ain’t eating kit-kats
i hit that

baby ill just teach your -ss the basics, i run the streets like oasics
balenciaga laced kicks in the bas-m-nts, dodging bullets like the matrix, it’s an eighth b-tch
the heater leave you faceless, when you tied down like a rapist
take this

(outro)

its that time of year, grab yourself a beer, new york, new york city where you at?

- michael rothschild lyrics

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