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What? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? (Ayy, son, come here for a second Come here, don't move) Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? (Yaowa) Let me hold that chain, I'll be right back Yeah, it's like that Don't have this fifth liftin' your Nike hat I push your shit to a city bike rack Brooklyn, somebody tell the city I'm back (He's back) Back in the booth with the drugs That bag ain't right, you know I don't do the clubs (No way) My niggas do the mask, no gloves Revolvers, them shells come back home with us We don't do too much of that chit-chat Don't get killed for that bitch, I just hit that Lil' homie, she a dub, y'all can fix that Rolex green Sub' on the wrist wrap A nigga feelin' good, got the blurry I'm in here tryna dub on the ugly women I bought the last bottles, y'all ante up I ain't felt like this since "Ante Up" Letras de canciones Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? (Check) Shit switch once we hit the scene This whole shit a movie, and trust me I know how to make a scene I'm spinning everything in my jeans (What else?) Pour little alpha, my homies in the gangster lean We gon' party in they honor, shake it harder, lil' mama I don't wanna be alone, I got this room around the corner With the sauna, we could burn some marijuana and fuck But for now I got the waitress holdin' sparklers up (Ayy) Homie, here's a suggestion, stay in your section My niggas love to pop and you just got they attention I know it's loud in here but I'ma need you to listen You too turned up, don't turn up missing Now back to you, shawty, heard you said they corny All them niggas actin' funny over there (Say what?) But nah, don't diss him 'cause his pieces ain't hit Shit, all the real money over here Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? Brooklyn, what? From Letras Mania