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Uh-huh Talk, talk to me, talk to me This a serious one right here Uh It is real real Staten Island Boys is back Goddamn New York, New York What the fuck is y'all talking about? Kneel, nigga, kneel, when you see us Let's go Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many Rugers Jim's is 500 bands, fam, I swam through Bermuda Switchers got muzzlers, soon as rebuttals happen We guzzled and everything gets twisted like a puzzle Cyber trucks fly out, that the luxe, no doubt News cameras seize the moment, that's alligator tux I'm comfortable, said it two more times, you's a duck Remove yourself quickly, might flip you in the clubs Eight hundred troopers They all in coupers Doofy shotguns and gooses, ice rocking boosters Bitches call me "Moosa", mansa, you're ruthless Wow, he got so handsome, his cutie know his future Letras de cancionesThat's fuchsia, flexing in this Spectre with Medusa Versace jean jacket, interior is blue-ca, no hookah Only big bags eating grouper You scavengers, run and tell your managers the Wu coming Aye yo, bandanas, mad scanners Chains swingin', post sayin' plug click Niggas do damage, plus Niggas gotten semi-autos when we out in Yemen Buried all over the desert, baby, Mac-11s Clap reverends, grab a big bag on the crap seven Past, present, I'd be G-O-A-T till I crash Heaven Monstrous bankrolls, Modelos and pesos I send a few of you back to the essence, then have a great show My wrist game call it gold caviar Shootouts on the burgundy swing with gold handle bars Clarks on, flying through the Autobahn An old deuce flick, been placid inside of Audemars Catch a photo from the side like Hitchcock The commas on the side of my neck is all big rocks When I'm holdin', nothin' moving, all gridlock Yo, Wake, I might show up for Dolo with a big Glock I've been official, but y'all don't think it's beneficial Because my bottom line don't benefit you The mission was a missile and fitness sent you a missile That's finna hit your fitted, that chronic fittin' fit you Trippin', I'm fittin' to trip you, short vacation, I trip you It's simple, and I go triple for anybody that's with you And people know you ready, y'all ready know it's an issue You found out it's official, them people blowin' them whistles A ref's not a reference when people goin' against you Your press is not impressive, them people pressin' to bench you After I meant to, this method is not medicinal In fact, I'm earth and waterin', air and fire, I'm elemental That's right, I said it, now give me credit with my credentials An instrumental with fear of God for my essential You get it? Plus a New York fitted to guard the temple Them tracks you bumpin', I come with something that'll pop your pimple Guessin' I'm Proactiv, too prolific for all you pro-rappers Who can't find an angle on a protractor They non-factors, haters, just advocators These boys might take a shot and don't even chase up the capture Tell Peter pay up, it's vital that Peter pay us In order to get my cake up, Anita Baker for rapture From Letras Mania