Up To New York-(feat. Mr. Cheeks)

The A +

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    [A+]
    Yo it's on tonight
    Jump in my whip
    Feeling right
    Pick my man up from off of the strip
    We take flight
    What the dilly fella
    Aint nothing really
    Getting money
    Before we hit up top
    Let's hit the spot and cop a twenty
    Hit the southern states
    So we can bounce
    Regulate
    Throw a tape in
    Join this new joke
    Smoke escaping
    Windows tinted
    They coming down cars on my horn
    It's my mom on the other end singing a song
    When the clock aint a ???
    You at a spot to perform
    Kid I'm down with getting paper
    Pulling capers like storm
    No doubt
    Hang up the phone and continue to murk
    Ghetto star in the game put a name on my shirt
    Got this one chick on the ? I stop to see
    Runs with a team of chicks living 1-6-3
    They be buying it playing space playstation and all
    I thought I heard the cops saying I'm going to give them a call
    Get some juice play some hard
    Yo I'm spinning my yards
    Get my lines lined up
    Smell good for the guards
    Get my shine
    Shine my baby
    Then I'm making my flash
    Lay my hand on shorty rest until it's time to make cash
    Call her up on her cell
    What's the deal on your half
    I'm just ???? up for chickens
    I just got out the bath
    I'm around the corner baby
    Is there something you need
    Just bring yourself now say no more

    [Mr.Cheeks: Hook x2]
    ??????????? We do this all night
    Got fellas spending money shorties looking right
    Either twist the cap or pop a cork
    This is how we getting down up top New York

    [A+]
    We on the couch chilling
    Everybody getting right
    Complimenting shorty
    Spandex fitting tight
    Press the power down
    Grab the sticks
    Hit us on
    Cause I'm sick of hearing my man singing that same song
    Yo I'm going to bring it to you live
    Mad 98
    I'm going to get up in that ass
    Shorty fix me a plate
    Fried chicken french fries cold pepsi with ice
    A minute left and I ??????????????? night
    My only shorty
    You wouldn't believe it with a bun in her hair
    Said she want to hit the cut
    That's music to my ears
    Hit the bedroom
    Shorty smelling like perfume
    Grabbed the condom out my pocket becasue it's on I assumed
    Seen her face blown out
    Time to lay down my law
    Lights down
    Music on
    Perfect time to score
    Victoria secret's ?????
    You know how I'm feeling
    When you laid up with a shorty getting money and chilling
    Got a show in an hour
    So I jump in the shower
    My man napping
    He know that we got to make it happen
    He in the zone caught in the mix
    Oh damn
    Can't be mad at situations that me and my man dig
    Well it's your luck shorty
    Go wake his ass up
    Got a move to make can't afford to pass up
    So go tell your to go
    Tell my man let's roll
    It's all said and done
    Jump in my whip
    Take flight
    As I switch lanes
    Throw on my signal light
    Fake rappers get they ass ate up

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    [Hook x2]

    [A+]
    Smoke everyday
    Yelling my name
    I rip a show
    Peep shorty and her friends assing out in the front row
    Spilling mo'
    Grabbing my jeans
    Yelling my name
    I'm used to it now guess it's all part of the game
    Let me explain how I grab the mic
    Move and finesse
    Shorty in the blue dress
    Body screaming caress
    Took her to the rest
    Lay her body down on my nest
    It's deep in the this game
    Why she got my name on her chest

    [Hook x3]

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