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NYC Freestyle

by Gage








NYC Freestyle lyrics with English Translations





Dem fi know seh this a the Dutty Friday freestyle enuh And me a say, yo Natural, yo Wizard Tell dem say dem lyrics ya hard fi find like Lizard Hahaha, yo Father Bulla, Cornelius A who dem man
Tell unno already, man sick, dawg Me, left the place and come back Fresh AK a big boss, eeh Weh you do, buy out the bloodclaat block Sopm like Rick Ross, dawg Man f**k up everything 'bout ya Me kill a dream and a wish dawg Doh me'n tell you seh da riddim ya a kick dawg Click that trigger 'pon the Zigger done a clip fast Me, have your gyal inna me bed Do the lectric slide and the twist cross Dawg, step up inna this, which murder, which don, which boss Eeh, any buck a go kick When me step inna the place that kick fast Dawg, lot a hollow tip fi swallow when you did a lip Chip chip, murderer seh fi hold one a this Man cold like the gold weh deh froze 'pon your wrist Dem a wonder weh me find flow laka this This a couldn't flow, this a must Netflix Quick, quick ratchet bruk neck like biscuit No, dem no bad a lip dem a lip Dem busy when me tek this from off a me hip Dawg, dem p**sy deh no bad, yo real thing Me have a bloodclaat chopper like Lee Chin Dem deh out a style like bleaching Knock it inna him and watch the f**king breath leave him Badman do badness, teacher do teaching Give dem a small page, lef' dem a do reading What a bloodclaat when time me pull with the AK This a no bloodclaat greeting Me no trust people, friend me doh buy Car pull up, head a buss 'fore the door fly N'even me b*tch me no trust cah the wh*re lie The only thing me trust, me Blutch Back 45 Hey, p**sy weh you know 'bout coke life Out a sea like a pirogue boat life Weh me do today you no do inna your whole life Causeway, middle day, buss face, Chrome 9
NYC inna me Tims Roll through town inna me big bad Bims We got money, we got drinks We got Ashleys, we got Kims We got locks and pendant, dem got links Man higher than dem Dem n'even a f**king bling Dawg, face Chrome 9
You gyal a gi' the don a bloodclaat slow whine Me think me would a write a dozen song, more rhyme You ring her phone and she hang up like a clothes line Bloodclaat clown, a really this you call gold mine Hey, p**sy we no funny, we no Prince Pine Spent shell a flood the grung if me rinse mine Beware a bloodclaat dog A read you cyaan read, hombre you never see the sign Run dung your bus like a bloodclaat free ride Chuck off inna your muma, tek a deep dive No bwoy cyaan diss the gunman Gunshot we swarm dem like bees hive Big belly Denali, yes a that me rise Weh me live bwoy no do weh dem feel like Buss which gun when dem feel like Could a election, a could a New Years night Lumber truck turn over, tall gun, steel pipe Badness no exist inna these guys The p**sy dem fake you f**k, Chinese rice Tek dem unmark car and bring it fi a real ride Black 'pon black Matic deal with you inside Put the p**sy dem 'pon fridge, ice
Hold on, a done the riddim done dung deh so
NYC inna me Tims Roll through town inna me big bad Bims We got money, we got drinks We got Ashleys, we got Kims We got locks and pendant, dem got links Hahaha, hahaha







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