Robb Bank$ - New York (NY) lyrics

[Robb Bank$ - New York NY lyrics]

I'mma keep, I'mma keep it gully with you yo
This whole character this
Yo I'm not feelin it yo
Nigga the fuck are you really on nigga
Rappin bout' fuckin Naruto and
Cartoons and shit
Playing with Pokemon cards nigga
What the fuck you on son
Needa' get yo fuckin' mind right yo

Seen him talkin bout being in
New York, when nigga, when?
You ain't come to bh nowhere in
Harlem we seen you son
Word to my mother on every
Side of her family yo kids, neices, nephews
Gunshots pussy nigga tell me how it feel
Pie is only cool
Until it's off the window sill

New York, bitch I'm out in New York


Shit, I just lit a Newport
I made yo main retwist my new growth
Said I'm feeling like I'm New York
I brought Floridians to New York
I already fucked your new ho
Still pour em' dirty sprite tell em it's Nuvo

What the fuck these new niggas mean
Cuff in flood waters
Bet you the skyscraper don't
Bank$ got Twinkies in 2013 florida heat
Basquiat my jalapeño with a habanero
Put your sister in a Carrera
And dirty in her Sierra
Aye that whitey new nigga from
My city gettin' to starin'
Water fill up they eye, hot boy make em cry

And I got new editions to my set
Up room stop playin with me
Think I can't get bike on point
But the plug cause my
Motherfuckin state crooked
And I heard your shone been acting brand
New boy that pussy ache for me
Bunny Ears down the rabbit hole
Wishing she could be Phlo
Touchin' but I need more
And I bet she don't say shit
Burn nigga with Calendars so they
Can learn the basics

New word around Twitter "Robb
Bank$ is Raider Klan"
New word around Twitter "Bank$
Lying bout' his daddy"
New word around Twitter "Bank$ got
Pressure when he land"
But ain't no word around Broward I'm
Tryna' see where y'all at

Fuck nigga I ain't new to this
Business got family been jugin' centuries
Blood line heavy but she feather
Weight when I pick
Her up and I hit her with my steak
But boy never again one strip club that
A nigga slipped lost all my bread
Which I made a little better
Had every bitch there lying
Hands through my dreadlocks

My bitch in the sand like Shikaku
While you thumb checks through drive-thru's
Been dead broke and lied to
Now I’m in that ape like Naraku
I got bands, like High School
Like your parents garage
Free place to get off and you call now
You get one free like a Sham-wow

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