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I just wanna cruise through new york like its '92
Nineteen ninety white lambo rambo like mike tyson do
Trying to get that feeling back
They sippin' and they poppin' too
Hand up on they strap skrrrrt
Swerving with the missing roof
That feeling
Oh lord what a feeling
My god i'm in the building
Don't catch a charge god willing
(Woo)
Riding
Oh lord she riding
My god she's thick as fuck
Don't push ya luck i'm on a thousand
Posting up with cold heart
Foam cups and these lead darts
Thugs here my timbs loose
Means we ain't running when the lights blue
And if we can't breathe then we might shoot
You niggaz can't leave need the rights to
Fuck ya feelings
Tuck ya chain in
Hit the pavement like nikes do
(God damn)
I'm just trying to give you back the feeling
You ain't felt this vibe in like a minute
They talk a bunch but you don't really feel it
Cause these niggaz ain't the ones that really live it
These niggaz talking crazy but we know
These bitches talking crazy but we know
They ain't built for whats about to go
Nah nigga they ain't built for whats about to go
I just wanna cruise through new york like its '92
Nineteen ninety white lambo rambo like mike tyson do
Trying to get that feeling back
They sippin' and they poppin' too
Hand up on they strap skrrrrt
Swerving with the missing roof
Touch the ceiling
Oh lord wheres the ceiling
High as fuck i'm so appealing
With the midas touch when i'm spilling
(Whoo)
Swagger, new york taught me in that manner
No love middle finger up
Fly as fuck is my grammar
Corner store with jays on
Cold stares no manners
Fuck you and your whole crew
No flags here just hammers