FRENCHIE - NY Life ft Joffy lyrics

rate me

Every morning that I roll up

I got scrips to the lean

Motherfucker let’s pour up

Gunsmoke, smelling in them morning

I’m the nigga that will wake you up

Fuck yeah I’m dressing up, got hands I’ll fuck you up

Living in New York, these niggas wanna be like us

Yankey hats forever, we rock them

Yankey hats forever, we got them

Yankey hats forever, we rock them

Yankey hats forever, we got them

These guys pop pill in rap

Mollies got deals on that

50 thousand in your back, go see that big fold that

Fuck y’all kitties, still high,

And I’m fly the Lindsay I choose on my

Faragami belt, somebody medical aport cause I’m way too fly

Riding the 6 with the roof cut off

Phoney French you need to cut off

I ain’t loosing nigga, not at all

Running your mouth, you need to knock off

[Hook]

You might catch me in perfection, looking like a boss

Tell the waiter clear my section, come and invite me off

Brooklyn I be going down, queens got me hella fly

Manhattan girls are like, welcome to NY

Yankey hats forever, we rock them

Yankey hats forever, we got them

Yankey hats forever, we rock them

Yankey hats forever, we got them

It’s a cold day out but you know them niggas still outside

Ain’t no place to hide, welcome to NY

A nigga said he gonna fly out to get him some

Yeah, 3 pounds of that icky stuff

You want you some, bitch

Take your motherfucking clothes off

Let’s have some fun

Shit, I be looking mad fly every time I walk by these hoes

Living in the west, when you know that’s a side that I control

When I leave still control

New York nigga till I get old

You never a shine so stay in the dark

Just lean up to hit you, and tear you apart

I light up the coupe, then knock out your knee

On the beam I’ma hit you before you could park

Fuck with a nigga, slide with a nigga

Let them know that I am a g, fuck with me

And he see only breathe nigga,

Gotta get it how I live nigga

The stick that I’m holding, a letter, a small

You playing you talking, so here goes the door

My yankee cap on you know I’m gonna floss

So people running the future top your door

[Hook] x2

You might catch me in perfection, looking like a boss

Tell the waiter clear my section, come and invite me off

Brooklyn I be going down, queens got me hella fly

Manhattan girls are like, welcome to NY

Yankey hats forever, we rock them

Yankey hats forever, we got them

Yankey hats forever, we rock them

Yankey hats forever, we got them

It’s a cold day out but you know them niggas still outside

Ain’t no place to hide, welcome to NY