NY Bangers LLC - Ma**acre (Of 1982) lyrics

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NY Bangers LLC - Ma**acre (Of 1982) lyrics

My strip where the place is Where all the gangsta get queen faces And get 36 ounces in cases Were Assa**ins so we cover are faces Ready to take over all of the spaces Played my cards i had aces keep them stacks on swole Have your a** laying in the gra** gra**y knoll If not im with a chick deep inside that hole This ain't a console girl come jump on my pole She's like wow you've got a lot For a white boy thats a big co*k Then i pit her on the spot like you gonna play or not You know i protect my Queen and king James is hot Cos im always on my job man i can't let a day go Hole in your chest have you looking like a bagel f**in with your b**h she's exercising her kegels We gonna take it to the top like come on Lego Getting all this air with my jordan sneakers on Tryna get a penthouse on Give eachother head with the music on There ain't nobody that I'm sleeping on Hate all these visions thats im seeing Its like my whole life a crime scene Got all these haters on my screen No need for you to be a witnesses Because business is the only thing this is Were them a**a**ins Masks on hoods up Had to tell my chick throw that a** up It feels like the whole world is what we verses But i still buy her Chains and the purses Better know we ain't gonna stop Were them a**a**in Lets get to filming wheres the Castin' Your b**h got my music blastin' Out in the fields marching Hope that this is Everlasting Might have to go cop a AK Put it in yo face like what yo say One day my dreams will come true Dont piss me off cos ill be aiming at you Study my mimed so I'm always readin' My flow so sharp it will leave your body bleedin' They really wanna know If im sane But with all this pain on my Brain Got wishing i could get away from the crooks You wouldn't believe my dream was to be a Cook b**h i can read you like book Your see my whole squad and get shook Cos we a**a**ins with versace a Watch your girlfriend please do not watch me I'm the illest of the k**ers and the fashion Got my babe looking great we both matchin' Its our own style we ain't out here stealin' I won't lose no battle I do this for real I'm gonna make sure they know about I Cos I'm The guy thats whipping the pies Yeah That's right Ive got my Queen Its like the whole hoods lost Man you gotta pay the cost In the court like I'm playing tennis Teeth in the chopper come see your dentist Your get finished like this sentence cos I'm so dope Funk with the dough ill be on you with the Scope I'm gonna blow exclusive like these Pumas I teach your b**h at home homeschoolers All about Numbers we the rulers and we out for it all f** going to the club I'm out here to ball Dont take me for a mug answer the phone calls I'm like smarter child the robot My area is full of doughnuts I Go-Gurts with these Gobstoppers On the blockers the feds Clockers I tell em its family over diamonds You better do what i say like my name is Simon My girls wardrobe like a boutique Just went and copped us some new sneaks I wish i can do this every week Cos I'm a beat serial k**er From Anno Domini to Della I keep it trilla Stuck in my jam its like a thrilla

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