Princess Superstar - NYC C--T lyrics

(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Ba**: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand: Suede! Intro Players: Felicia, Walter Sipser, Louise Crane, Clyde Haygood NYC c*nt singers: Louise, Hirschel, Clyde, Lissa, Curtis, Amanda Ray, George c*nt, New York City New York City c*nt! Whatever Yo I'll put it blunt if that's what you want Yo I am a c*nt and that's what you want You take affront, just shake your bu*t just shake your bu*t New York City? What! I'm busy, getting busy on the mic, Cause I do, do whatcha like Jump high, yeah hit that height, Now bounce that a**, just bounce aight? Ya'all show me love when I step in your club I'm nasty, I don't care, you bug Hey check me, fresh candy on the shelf, When I think about me, I touch myself c*nt! It's hot in the city, I'm from New York City Not Atlantic City no New Jack City Hey yo Kansas City, I love New York City Wha? Twin City is my titties I'm money, put your mouth where the b**h is Ya'all finished check my sink, wash dishes, Vicious, I'm the CEO see- You wanna get with me, work for me c*nt! Gotcha on lock walk on the block ya'all wanna talk 'cause you're ugly I'm not I got a man (What's your man got to do with me?) --Exactly! Coutures fight to dress me, SAT scores ain't high to test me Dow Jones on my a** try and a**ess me, Steal your sh** then do the cop that arrests me Rentin the Bentley just to rock Wendy's, Frosty on my Fendi crash into your Hyundai Blob of the Bengay put it in your panty so while I f** you man your thing's burnin with the Bandaid Ya'all don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat I keep my fee so deep I got those motherf**in Jetson jets on my feet Ya'll don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat I keep my fee so deep so high, I don't gotta finish my rhym--