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niggas in new york - fiction fake lyrics

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(hook) *
n*ggas in new york and they goin’ right back
she give me brain so i call her a grad
she got father riches, she call em her dad
i make bands every day, carry on with my bag
she keep on complaining so i like a b*tch
send her to the team, that’s a pass and assist
i make green everyday so i’m gettin’ the guap
i f*ck her again and again, don’t stop
i make cash anyway, money count when i sleep
i’m getting that bag ’cause i’m chasing a dream
who the f*ck want no smoke, don’t start beefin’ with me
now you in my class, please go to take a seat
i make a opp disappear like magic
i could send him right to southeast, that’s tragic
boy, you not in the same league, stop the cappin’
boy, you not trying [?] the slackin’

(verse 1) *
i wear my shoes [?] ’cause they unc
it’s between me and that boy and she choosin’ me
i got my hand on that glock, what you choose to be?
i be chllin’ in the states where my shooters be
she really hate me but she never rude to me
i know i’m fake b*tch, the real ones not new to me
jesus christ on my chain look like a eulogy
i’m ’bouta put a bullet where your future be
in the hood, touched a [?]
i just made me a rack and i look like a menace
i’m wearin’ all black
i nut on her back, shawty like how i rap
and i gave her a plan b, i called it a snack
that p*ssy so wet that i ain’t pullin’ out
she tellin’ her friends that my d*ck in her mouth
and i’m [?], we go to the south
get a opp down, put him 6 under the ground
used to to go trip but i won’t take her back to my place when we go to long island
i know i may be a bum, i ain’t wearin’ no [?]
you know that i came perfect timin’
you should know now we don’t beef on the internet
speak on my name and you know that we slidin’
you n*ggas mad cause’ i make you mad
but i’m just chillin’, i’m not even tryin’
they on me, watchin’ my moves, i’ma blow
i’m done with her, i could find me a hoe
i told these n*ggas i’m not what you know
ratchet b*tch suck me to sleep but she slow
pull up on your b*tch, start runnin’ away
addicted to blue cheese, i love how it taste
i know you listenin’, [?] what i say
you can’t kiss your b*tch, put my kids on her face
(bridge) *
n*ggas in new york and they knowin’ that’s a fact
i’ma hit her one time then i’m on to the racks
n*ggas in new york and you knowin’ that’s a fact
i’ma hit her one time then i’m on to the racks
when we go to new york, come back to long island
stop all that bullsh*t, you know your team dyin’
right in brooklyn, i’m ruling the island and you gonna die if you touchin’ my diamonds

(hook) *
n*ggas in new york and they goin’ right back
she give me brain so i call her a grad
she got father riches, she call em her dad
i make bands every day, carry on with my bag
she keep on complaining so i like a b*tch
send her to the team, that’s a pass and assist
i make green everyday so i’m gettin’ the guap
i f*ck her again and again, don’t stop
i make cash anyway, money count when i sleep
i’m getting that bag ’cause i’m chasing a dream
who the f*ck want no smoke, don’t start beefin’ with me
now you in my class, please go to take a seat
i make a opp disappear like magic
i could send him right to southeast, that’s tragic
boy, you not in the same league, stop the cappin’
boy, you not trying [?] the slackin’

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