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I'm an uptown boy with soul flava Da beat is D minor but I'm oh so major I do my own thing so I owe no favors Can't do it now then I wont do it later Haters wanna see the boy get lost in the sauce But it's gravy so boy get lost Nah I ain't cocky I'm just statin the obvious H.O. the boss and I'm makin his pockets rich Hate it or not I am great and about to get greater Hit the Peja like I play with Stoyokovic I keep it real and my ladies do the same High class chicks that be crazy in the brain Style so mean, swag is vicious Smile O.D, ass delicious Stay gettin money no need for e-bay My heart is all da world but I'm lovin BK (Chorus) I ain't got no problem wit girls out in Harlem but (They ain't nothin like a Brooklyn girl) See I had a dope fling wit a girl on queens but (They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl) The Bronx is hot that's where my mom resides but (They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl) (Damn sure aint nuttin like a Brooklyn girl) (Damn sure aint nuttin like a Brooklyn girl) Letras de canciones My girl Angie can't be a groupie or whore She bout gettin money in her juicy couture Do she get bored with the Gucci of course So the Louis she sports til it aint new anymore Then she cop another one makin hoes gettin madder Gettin more money so the price don't matter Ain't seen her in a minute know her ass got fatter And if you think she bad then her friends are way badder Kendra's a Christian never seen freakin In church every weekend she need to be deacon Had a model bitch name Viva we aint speakin But I had her screamin whenever I was beatin She been callin, creepin, crawlin Maybe she would chill if I would beat it often And Ronesha's fly and she sweeter than Splenda Cause no one ever slows her agenda (Chorus) As we smoke da la la la BK gettin money no 9-5 Mamase mamasa mamakusa It don't make sense but admit it, it's kinda hot BK girls down wit that ride or die So I always keep one right by my side See I love New York I aint gotta lie So if you messin wit my ladies it's homicide I gotta friend named Shayna She like Bill Bellamy and how to be a player Shorty is a player can't nobody play her Can't nobody game her cause she aint a gamer Baby girl ballin kinda like the Lakers If you would trade her like Shaq then see ya later Player she do it so easy it's kinda like a layup She could lay up wit your boy wit no make up Keep doin her and imma keep doin me Even on the road imma keep 2 or 3 Bad BK chicks that speak fluently In the Hamilton language girl speak to me please I remember when I couldn't get a girl for shit Now I can't get rid of any girl for shit So when they look at me I don't look away I spread love it's the Brooklyn way Now let the hook play (Chorus) (Thanks to Gani! for these lyrics) From Letras Mania