NY Shining (Prod. Cookin Soul)

NY Shining (Prod. Cookin Soul) Lyrics Game

Yo I’m in NY York on the block, I know you see that it’s snowing
Jesus beats, got a jesus piece, both of the shits blowin’
Stupid Jacket, the hoodie on, fuckin it man blowin
G star, Jordan pre star like Bowen
And now that I got everybody’s fuckin attention
Let some just some bitch ass niggas go at Kendrick
Say that, I’m trash, nigga you full of bandz
Poke holes in ya, fill up the NY pack
Nigga that believe, all into his feeling
Cause he did 10 years for shootin at the ceiling
Biggie gave you a mill, lil nigga should’ve chilled
Cute curly side-burns talkin bout it real
Take my resume, if a nigga want it I bury him
But fuck this nigga, he make it to America
I’m ‘bout to hit Brooklyn, fuck on his bitch Erica
Bustin nut, call a cabbie cup
After I tear it up and we just met today
Gave it up the day after election date
Bitches on section 8, tryina get a section 8
Already came, this a rap like a electric tape
Hurricane Sandy got this bitch lights out
She fell asleep then a girl got piped out
It means the type hoes, NBA niggas wife out
And these my side bitches, nigga what your life bout
Mines about, building the stash, the Christs piped out
That’s 300 C and Chrys iced out
3 kid’s, all 3 concious knocked out
And I bomb for us, see 40 glock and lights out
Word on the street – bitch niggas suing me
Sent the cops to my door nigga how you a G?
I ain’t beefin with, just you and me
And I split the scene, 16 matching you
Come on, come on…

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