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Royal Flush - Worldwide lyrics
Intro: Lettin niggas talk that New York New York shit what the fucks the deal? no doubt motherfucker, what the fucks the deal man faggot ass niggas, niggas in New York be lettin niggas shit on em frontin ass niggas first you drinkin snapple now you drinkin Moe cuz you livin aint no reason for you to be shittin faggot Word...Go getcha guns Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin get some water for my aspirin my life fashion, gold chains guns and cashin Im askin do I got to be king of action fuck a playa fame New York is still the same a Queens thang representin Flush reigns supreme its a scheme over power ya team wit cream man you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence with fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidence Im bringin it, tired of niggas sittin back and seein it scape thru the light penetrate streets is trife representin from the lands of the guns and good smoke heavy shines, poppin them lines and cut throats dont provoke and getcha team smoke for broke and no joke you just a boy you not bad enough to compete wit challengers bustin off the guns wit the silencers Word....New York New York big city of dreams Comin from Queens, where we dont get caught up in between wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin sex takin off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest south east to west, bustin straight slugs thru your vest Chorus Worldwide worldwide wherever people startin keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin Verse 2 Its time to dead your whole situation New York is full of murderers, guns and court cases baggin wit razors bring me no-chaser that be that wasteland flavor its major, vibratin thru the states like a pager |
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