Michael Rothschild - New York, New York lyrics

Michael Rothschild - New York, New York (Intro) It's that time of year, grab yourself a beer, New York, New York, where you f**in' at? (Verse 1) Now Back in New York When I was bumpin' 2 short I used to smoke Newport's My brotha that's a new sport I got here from the clearport And ate up at the food court My favorite number two-four I f** around with 2 who*es Yeah What you know about the game and how to work it Let me fix your lips I f**in' hate it when you smirkin' Stupid women, all you dumb b**hes started t**n' I'm in a black pea coat catch me on the corner lurkin' Yeah, my language kinda bad, like Meek Milly on the track Wouldn't help me rap sh** If i was even fully black, but im half, plus I'm back, no probation little b**h, what you think about that? You could hit my homie up, if looking for a sack You need Michael well then, you could hit me on my jac Damn If you even knew the lingo, I used to be a beatle like the old name was Ringo, Bingo Every time I drop another single I'm hittin hella women, and I ain't' on f**ing Christian Mingle Your chick need the D, she can give my a** a jingle Get yourself some Pringles homie... you single It's that time of year, grab yourself a beer, New York, New York where you f**in' at? It's that time of year, grab yourself a beer, New York, New York where the f** you at? (Verse 2) They ain't love me then, but I bet they love me now Had to run the streets, God told me hold it down Try to f** with me, I don't ever f** around Look at all these women man they coming through my town f**in' witcha mom bruh, in a conda, she met me in a honda, tried to grab my anaconda She 45 like her name was Rhonda, we in the sauna Actin' like she fonda.. Me Triple beam dreams im tryna serve a fhene, catch yo girl legs open while im rippin off her jeans Please, if you finna take my cream, imma hit you with the steam, Spill blood ; leaking straight up out your spleen f**in' with me buddy, trust me, Ikema will get chu leaned, I mean falllin' over like you just woke up from a dream And you pussies know my rollers mean They got the chrome on they guns and got nice trees We all dressed to the T, Nike Airs, black and green, high-tops on our feet, what the f** you mean… Please No Scratch Watch out for the rats, she'll do anything just to get you clap Watch it, hit you in the back, still bloody with no rag, are you gettin' that? I'll treat you like your girlfriend homie you just gettin' slapped You ain't doin sh** back, click clak, blip blap Neighbors, yeah them motherf**ers probably heard that Don't ever call me riff raff, stupid, you know that I get that Braids in my hair, and my broad ain't eating kit-kats I hit that Baby Ill just teach your a** the basics, I run the streets like Oasics Balenciaga laced kicks in the basements, dodging bullets like the matrix, it's an eighth b**h The heater leave you faceless, when you tied down like a rapist Take this (Outro) Its that time of year, grab yourself a beer, New York, New York City where you at?