Manhattan

Текст песни Millyz - Manhattan

Yeah (turn me up, Mar), yeah

Yeah, I fell out of love with my old bitch
Now I just vibe with my new one (whoa)
I stretch her out like aerobics (yeah)
She like the way I control it (control)
Bust one and then I'm reloaded (oh)
Money on me, I can't fold it (fold)
Hop in the lane and I drove it

I just want head in the back of the V
Stick with the beam for the accuracy (rrah)
I'm ridin' 'round in Manhattan with Ceize
I got way too many baddies to please (too many)
Hos on my body, a rabid disease
Prada her body, she matchin' with me
I Prada her body, she matchin' with me (yeah)
Prada her body, she matchin' (yeah)

Bro got a Glock, but it shoot like a Drac' (grrah)
I bought a Rollie, it's blue in the face (yeah)
She just flew from DR, she new to the States
Luxury condos in two different states (whoa)
Bustin' it what I'ma do to her face (ay)
Cut a bitch off 'cause they usually fake
I got way too many movies to make
The Lambo is red, and the blue is the Wraith (whoo)

You ain't chasin' money, then you a disgrace
Go get a bag, it won't drop in your lap (no)
Don in my cup, I do not do the 'yac
My old bitches trollin', I do not react (no)
Follow the goal to the top of the map (yeah)
I'm really havin' this motion for real
It's millions whenever I go for a deal
I know some lames that got money, they broke to me still

I know some lames that got money, they broke to me still
Your face ain't no good in the trenches (uh-huh)
I'm in the hood on the benches (yeah)
Pop in the stizzy, there go the extensions (rrah)
Brodie got life when they gave him a sentence (man)
I been a sinner, I need some repentance (man)
200K what it cost for the emblem (whoa)
Tats on my face, I do not wanna blend it

Yeah, I fell out of love with my old bitch
Now I just vibe with my new one (whoa)
I stretch her out like aerobics (yeah)
She like the way I control it (yeah)
Bust one and then I'm reloaded (whoa)
Money on me, I can't fold it (fold)
Hop in the lane and I drove it

I just want head in the back of the V
Stick with the beam for the accuracy (rrah)
I'm ridin' 'round in Manhattan with Ceize
I got way too many baddies to please (yeah)
Hos on my body, a rabid disease
Prada her body, she matchin' with me
I Prada her body, she matchin' with me (yeah)
Prada her body, she matchin' (yeah, yeah)

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