Dj Webstar - The Theme (New York) lyrics

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Hey you say New York City

Hey you say New York City

It’s party time

Oh is party time

Having a party

DJ Webstar

Oh come on!

Hook:

How many ladies came in here?

Put your own money, hands in the air

This year, Yeah yeah

Hands in the air, hands in the air, hands in the air

This year, yeah yeah

Hands in the air, put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air like you really ..

Hoes staring at me like there ain’t no Minaj thing

.. got a joystick, whip it like a target

You don’t strapped up, guess I’m ready for the party,

Big to be bimples, hoppin out the Denzel,

Wife bitch drunk hands, screaming f*ck nino,

Bitches looking thirsty, glad that ..

Hand on the ass like she ain’t just met me,

Boy looking .. like, she ain’t just let me

Her friends in the club like, she ain’t just text me,

Niggas know I’m about that, throwin’ another round back,

Who was outfront, I was .. bumping up that

Groupies, models, .. bottles.

Hook:

How many ladies came in here?

Put your own money, hands in the air

Put your hands up ..

This year, Yeah yeah

Put your hands up, put your hands up

Hands in the air, hands in the air, hands in the air

This year (is my year), yeah yeah

Hands in the air, put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

This is how we get down with no question,

She arose to the VIP section,

Hoes wonder why we ran .. laughing

Addicted to ladies fashion staggin

If I .. the Benz with the best ..

I told em extra six, panorama the ..

She taking action flix, for the camera he flossin

Dubbed the .. got the hammer we’re causin

New York in the house, watch ..

And then I’ve been a hundred gran I keep poppin outs,

And they sayin they ain’t trickin’ if they got it,

Well I got it, what you’re tryin to do to find it

Hook:

How many ladies came in here?

Put your own money, hands in the air

Put your hands up ..

This year, Yeah yeah

Put your hands up,

Hands in the air, hands in the air, hands in the air

This year (is my year), yeah yeah

Hands in the air, put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

Red bone let the boss, let it own did a bucket school

F*ck what they cost, bad as f*ck throw hand and shake

She thought the fly solo rather masturbate

Ain’t sure shit Brooklyn in the heart

Get stuck by the ballers, let the way

I’ve been happin out .. with the bank roll when I’m f*ck the light jaze on

Got little voodoo, cut more money and my bitches ..

Yeah Givenchy, glass of .. next girl, hoes keep ..

What else ?

I got your ass party time

Why?

you know we on that bro day

.. on broad way,

.. like them niggas wanna park way

Floss see after gar in the park lays,

Uh, spot a nigga far away,

More lex diamonds is a whole lot ..

My little homie, you can drama with em

Uh .. New York want a nigga,

Uh, post it up with a little change,

And he kick, cookin’ up like I’m .. the gates,

Uh, up town in the gutter, get time to .. before butter

I’m a bad mother*cker, anywhere I go I got a line there

Respect from the .. and the pioneers

You have no idea of this you hollum nigga every year

It’s my year