Okaymar, 1oneam, Smokingskul - nyc lyrics
[Okaymar, 1oneam, Smokingskul - nyc lyrics]
-me at Saks?, I've never been to Saks
I've never been to Saks i
II love you ayy, go
I'm in New York with a bad bitch
These niggas ho's, man, they acting
Blew me a bag, on some fast shit
Talk down, boy, you lacking
Yeah, Zen got that bag, bitch
I'm in that coupe with a bad bitch
Been had them racks at the jump
Showed her the bag, now that bitch wanna hump
Juggin' bro shit for his funds
Blew a bag, too much fun
Ayy, big hundreds, ain't no ones
She say, "lil' Zen, you the one"
You want that feat?, boy, you dumb
Yeah, I need the bread, no crumbs
I need the bread, no crumbs
And my pockets on fat, like a thumb
That boy get no bread, he a bum
I'm in this bitch mouth like Gum
I see thе feds, then I'm on the run
I'm fucking this ho', boy, that shit fun
I wakе up, then I run the funds
Smoking on gas, fuckin' up my lungs
I spend a bag, bitch, I'm at Dover
I see a opp boy, then it's over
That bitch wanna fuck, told her
"Bend over"
Walk in with a chip on my shoulder
Walk in with a gun on my hip
Fuck around, hit it, then I dip
She wanted a bag, I bought her some chips
I was in school, bussin' off the scripts
Bitch, I got a MAC on me in the Big Apple
Yeah, hi-tech, not no damn Snapple
What?, white OG, say, "Holy mackerel!"
Bitch, I got a dog like a damn Jackal
Servin' shit out the 'telly with it
Serve him up, then I take it back
Cause I'm petty with it
Slime you out, then I lie about it
Like I'm Melly with it
I want the bread, no crumb, bitch
What?, lean give me the run, bitch
Yeah, we gon' get to the funds, bitch
We gon' get to the funds
Real ass nigga, I'm 1 of 1
Bitch wanted smoke, like I'm Carter son
We gon' light up that crib, Thomas Edison
AR-15 sound like that shit 'sped or some
Bitch ass nigga
I've never been to Saks i
II love you ayy, go
I'm in New York with a bad bitch
These niggas ho's, man, they acting
Blew me a bag, on some fast shit
Talk down, boy, you lacking
Yeah, Zen got that bag, bitch
I'm in that coupe with a bad bitch
Been had them racks at the jump
Showed her the bag, now that bitch wanna hump
Juggin' bro shit for his funds
Blew a bag, too much fun
Ayy, big hundreds, ain't no ones
She say, "lil' Zen, you the one"
You want that feat?, boy, you dumb
Yeah, I need the bread, no crumbs
I need the bread, no crumbs
And my pockets on fat, like a thumb
That boy get no bread, he a bum
I'm in this bitch mouth like Gum
I see thе feds, then I'm on the run
I'm fucking this ho', boy, that shit fun
I wakе up, then I run the funds
Smoking on gas, fuckin' up my lungs
I spend a bag, bitch, I'm at Dover
I see a opp boy, then it's over
That bitch wanna fuck, told her
"Bend over"
Walk in with a chip on my shoulder
Walk in with a gun on my hip
Fuck around, hit it, then I dip
She wanted a bag, I bought her some chips
I was in school, bussin' off the scripts
Bitch, I got a MAC on me in the Big Apple
Yeah, hi-tech, not no damn Snapple
What?, white OG, say, "Holy mackerel!"
Bitch, I got a dog like a damn Jackal
Servin' shit out the 'telly with it
Serve him up, then I take it back
Cause I'm petty with it
Slime you out, then I lie about it
Like I'm Melly with it
I want the bread, no crumb, bitch
What?, lean give me the run, bitch
Yeah, we gon' get to the funds, bitch
We gon' get to the funds
Real ass nigga, I'm 1 of 1
Bitch wanted smoke, like I'm Carter son
We gon' light up that crib, Thomas Edison
AR-15 sound like that shit 'sped or some
Bitch ass nigga