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Called Day to get to work, called TaTa with the bands Call CiCi with the pack, she gon' line you for the gang I be chilling with the gang, I be chilling with the MAC I be doing what I want, I be doing what y'all can't Niggas can't see me, niggas can't be me Niggas in their feelings 'cause these niggas can't reach me I be chilling in the hood, niggas know what's good Say it to my face, man, I wish a nigga would Fuck your mother in the trap, shoot your brother in the park They be asking where I'm at, lil' bitch, I'm in New York New York, New York New York, lil' bitch, I'm in New York Pop that, drop that Lob that, I got that Pop that, drop that Lob that, I got that Come to 45th Street, I'ma have it with me Got a couple screws loose, don't be acting silly If y'all niggas need some work, y'all know where I'm at And I got that zaza up in my fanny pack Give me that, give me that Nigga talking slick, I aimin' where his beanie at Beanie at, beanie at Letras de cancionesIn the hood, on the block is where you see me at Niggas can't see me, niggas can't be me Niggas in their feelings 'cause these niggas can't reach me I be chilling in the hood, niggas know what's good Say it to my face, man, I wish a nigga would Fuck your mother in the trap, shoot your brother in the park They be asking where I'm at, lil' bitch, I'm in New York New York, New York New York, lil' bitch, I'm in New York Pop that, drop that Lob that, I got that Pop that, drop that Lob that, I got that Okay, I keep a hood bitch with a pair of Daniel Greenes on I'ma rock her bells like she got a tambourine on That's my theme song Screaming "Fuck the opps" with "No Vaseline" on Trap house haunted, call it Little Shop of Horror Rich nigga shit, smelling like a flower garden In the drop Gallardo, all these whores, I'm a hoarder Made my pussy popper pop that pussy like a soda I'ma let her pop that oochie, let her slop the Tunechi Then I fed her cock and coochie like some lobster sushi She a ratchet thot but bougie, that shit wild confusing Got her skating on the X like Kristi Yamaguchi Shit get scary, kind of spooky with her monster booty Girl, that pussy pasta to me, ate her like a foodie That vagina kinda fruity, treat it like a smoothie Ain't from Queensbridge, but I throw this dick like I'm a QB Uh, pop that pussy like a toolie Pop that pussy like a Uzi Yeah, pop that oochie Yeah, pop that oochie, make it pop for Tunechi Yeah, pop it like a shooter Pop that shit for Mula From Letras Mania