Theophilus London

Theophilus London - Crew York lyrics

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Let me tell you bout my city New York

You fucking with me like telling muslim to 2Pac

You wasn’t born here, you flew here, I grew here

Work the princes ivy blue here, you new here

Shout out my nigga 40l, so y’all bitches hot bounce

Show your ass on tumbler, aouch

Back to sleep, overs, but Brooklyn niggas can’t learn that shit street

It’s so hold that’s that Brooklyn in ya

You can point them out in the south,

Was born to keep it g, you kiss coop girls in the mouth

The block taught me everything

How to fight, get pussy, sell box

Bag girls and cop heavy plane

I’m on some rotor shit, copy go busting shit

Custom creep, I’m from blood brother fall top and shit

See you act up, trinning loud, now you talking shit

One bullet, pull the trigger nothing left, rushing shit

My Jordan game is like Jordane game

Shout out to nike revolutionize it to another game

Gave you a brother name

And now you chilling with Lincoln, Kennedy

Chilling with Obama on another plane

On top on soap up, to you macking loaf up

Twitting, facebook and proper lives like I’m Oprah

Yeah we got paper, humper ain’t got the bread like her

So we just fuck with her, another person up this stop

Now we came up on some paper shit

And now we back here on some raper shit

Top 5 banking shit, Jaye got the flow on lock

They just trying to put you on to make your own stock

Shout out to P. Diddy and the family

Now we cop Versace and nominated for Grammies

By the bar I cop for you assist the . . .

Fuck B.e.t. for 40 half me they bury

Can a mad be, Apollo got shut down

They building more jail show we shut down

So reality shows is up now

Building a soul to your whole

You can’t even get uptown

Before you pass, they collecting all your pass

Give you fucking speed tickets and throw it on your dash

Locking up a dread brother for a piece of ash

That was small actually they tryina get us extinct

Before I write on the ink

I will free stop this in my pink

Ehe, oho,

City of lights, seen, show money, show team

What you like, you know

City of lights, New York, when you touch your cream

You don’t go anywhere, tonight

And what you want, get it for life

City of lights, seen, show money, show team

What you like, you know

City of lights, New York, when you touch your cream

You don’t go anywhere, tonight.

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