Rowdy Rebel - New York (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rowdy Rebel - New York (en) Lyrics
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New York, the real New York
I'm outside, I don't live in Miami,
I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block and see me, my nigga
All of y'all, you know I be down there
This is kiss, I'm out─
Icy bust down on a wrist
I had to put it on my bucket list
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York,
fuck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's
just like my opps
They always end up tryna spin blocks
I had to put it on my bucket
list (I had to put it on)
Huh, I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck
what you thought (I'm always)
They re-change us, prеtenders
My ex throwin' shots, shе's
just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks
Bitch, I'm from New York,
fuck what you thought
I'm quick to tell a bitch
to suck a dick
Like fuck what you thought,
bitch, I'm too sauce
She won't catch me cuddlin'
in my Cullinan
Especially when I'm outside bubblin'
Yeah, shorty sexy, but, I
really want her friend
Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm
probably gon' hit again
No cap, look
AP, straight runner, no tap
In this two-seater with
the heat up to the max
Bumpin' old school slick
Drake with the patch
Thinkin' 'bout where I came
from, I can never go back
'Cause they don't really make
'em like this anymore
Be on fifty for your dog,
if it's litty, go to war
You get jammed on that mission,
don't go tellin' what you saw
She can tell I'm from New York,
just the way a nigga talk
Icy bust down on a wrist (Huh?)
I had to put on my bucket
list (I had to put on)
Hard-headed jacket, my belt Hermès
You want me to throw this cash,
better shake that ass
I'm a New York nigga, only bigger
Okay, I'm a Lil Mane, yeah,
fuck how you feel
I can go back to the hood, yeah
'cause I'm good there
Niggas say the realest shit,
but be the fakest, yeah
Only if you understood, my nigga
Just know I love you even though
I never say it, yeah
Brodie always got my back,
with the big MAC, yeah
We ain't blood, it just look
like we related, yeah
In my bag, watch your mouth 'fore
we watch your house, bitch
(When it's murder on your mind,
it's hard to think about shit)
Still shakin' up the dice like
I'm on my last round
Wanna talk about the past when
we get him back, yeah
Get the money, write the
Mike Amiri on my ass
Drive the Bentley, ride the pension,
but the first and last, yeah
Icy bust down on a wrist
(Icy, bust down)
I had to put on my bucket list
(I had to put on, yeah)
Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred
clips (A hundred, nigga)
I'm always dressed up in designer
shit (I'm always, fly)
They re-change us, pretenders
(You know we fly, nigga)
My ex throwin' shots, she's just
like my opps (Fuck everyone)
Always end up tryna spin
blocks (Hahaha)
Yeah, I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips (Brrt)
I'm from New York, fuck
what you thought
Life is too short, I don't
do shorts (Uh-uh)
I done sold everything, crack
to new ports (Woo)
'Bout that action, 'bout
that goon talk (Yeah)
Drop the coke in the pot,
watch it moonwalk (Ayy)
Wait for his heart to stop,
don't zoom off (Uh-uh)
Grown man watch hoppin' out
of the two-door (Yes)
I'm from the apple where you learned
how to grapple, it's fucked up
'Cause now, they clap you (Yeah)
Put you around is what you
will adapt to (Uh-huh)
We in the building, plus,
we on the map too (Yes)
We put it in baggies, now, they
put it in capsules (Woo)
The Mecca of Hip Hop, this
is the chapel (Yeah)
You ain't fuckin' with
it, you is a hater
Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and Jada (Yeah)
Icy bust down on a wrist (What?)
I had to put on my bucket list (I
had to put on my bucket list)
I'm always dressed up in designer
shit (I'm always)
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