paroles de chanson NY BABY - Bodega Bamz , Marlon Craft

I'm feelin' like fuck you
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
Yeah, and I'm feelin' like fuck you
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby

We was never really with horseplay
Back before the delis were all gourmet
Before the highrises, there was more shade
That's a paradox, I learned not to stare at opps
I see motherfuckers dropped for a long gaze
We was hoopin' from the mornin', those were long days
"I don't know you then it's fuck you", that's the wrong way to be
And I know it but that's what the city taught me
'40s was my forteit
Now they plastic like the faces of the models that we all raise on pedestals

The lifestyle we all crave
I don't give a fuck about your lil' ice or cream, all you motherfuckers sorbet
Rich kids down the block from where the poor stay
Only time they come together is for drugs or to ball play
Thought that they was cool, shit until they caught each other on the wrong day
I got homies that are rather be arrested than ignored, hey
Can you blame 'em? They rather be dead than be average
School to prison pipeline, they legacy applicants
Fuck the white boy with the jumper gon' tell 'em about it
Shit yo, I don't know

Ain't a single resident that don't want more
I grew up with some feeling like I won't show
I would rather be washed than be pussy so
If them boys pressed me I was gon' go
I was scared that my ego wasn't gon' grow
Saw that fear in the eyes of all my mans too
I ain't know how I'd be great but I planned to
You can't always just be happy, let this song play
It's all love but shit, homie this an off day

Shit, I'm from where it's fuck you 'til it's not
And once it's not, then any time you got a problem you can call me
New York City motherfucker

I'm feelin' like fuck you
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
Yeah, and I'm feelin' like fuck you (word)
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby (baby)
I'm a new york baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)

I'm lookin' for them happy rappers
Sweet as candy, what happened them laffy taffy rappers?
If this was the '90s, you know we'd have pataki at us
It ain't nothin' to at us
I don't trust niggas no further than I can throw 'em
No wonder I keep the toast with all this bread I'ma show 'em
We don't throw jabs, we hit 'em with hooks
If the words don't touch 'em, we hit 'em with books
Always in the hood, politickin' with crooks
Cut the curls off, how many feelin' this look?

How many times I'ma hear I'm underrated?
New name, Saint Chavo, that's a New York state statement
Everything ghetto ain't fabulous
Don't be mad at us, even when there's mad of us
No lie, I got a New York drive
Table talk, everybody want a piece of pie
Bodega cat, I ain't got nine lives
Try to get me nine times, I be on ten toes
Traffickin' on four wheels
Movin' weight for real

Got my bitch in foreign heels walkin' up foreign hills
Ferrari, four and change after taxes
Brand new bracket I'm in
Look what happened to them, Bodega clappin' again

Fuck you
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
Yeah, and I'm feelin' like fuck you
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby
I'm a new york baby