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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Heatmakerz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
New York's pretty pity in the summer (Rotten Apple, baby)
And it ain't no pity in the rain (Heatmakerz, crack music)
On my sundresses and cocaine
Flyin' into one coast and the other (Might score out here)
Now that I really wish I could stay (You heard me?)
[Verse 2]
With all my efforts is so effortless (Like)
I treat these raps like cracks when I was cheffin' bricks
Blindfold me in the kitchen or anywhere next to it (I got it)
Did fuck your bitch, you could put an X next to it
[Verse 3]
One thirty is like a Glock with an extra clip
Call my bitch to make sure she got an extra bitch
Buy a burner phone just so I could text her (He gone)
Set a **** up, they always fall for a sexy bitch (Silly)
[Verse 4]
'Specially in the summer with a sundress
A forty five'll make a grown man undress (Get naked)
Pussy **** lucky, the gun jammed like summer fest (Boom)
Think about yes, but I'ma ten when the sun set
[Verse 5]
Uh, shit'll make your soul move
Feed a **** bullets like he was eatin' soul food
Fool, yeah, turn a hot boy into a cold dude
Still dancin' on coke, shit, that's my old moves
[Verse 6]
Uh, what's up, what's up?
Real **** in the buildin', what's up, what's up?
We in the city poppin' wheelies with one wheel up
Big chains, new watches on drug dealers, huh
[Verse 7]
New York's pretty pity in the summer
And it ain't no pity in the rain
Flyin' into one coast and the other (We won't really be lyin' this shit)
Now that I really wish I could stay (What we said, they have it, uh)
You tell you 'bout it, check it, look
[Verse 8]
I ain't get a deal, you still wanna cool me off
Me and Jim, we woulda made a livin', smackin' goofies off
The coupe, it cost, the roof is off
See inside it, the leather, baby, bootie soft
[Verse 9]
Why you mad? You knew we flossed, drip hard, stupid sauce
Neiman Marcus, Louis Force, fuck you, truly yours
I knew D-Firm, the real on it
Henny up for Kenny Hutch, yeah, that's on my mom's, bitch
[Verse 10]
Don't make the don of dons turn into Don Trip
King ad queen, you pawn, slick, stay calm bitch
Call some models up, bring 'em through, let the bottle pour
Me and Big Meech really had bottle wars
[Verse 11]
Gettin' money, it don't matter what the bottom score is
Gettin' money, you can say shit like swallow, whore
Butter soft duffel bag, fill up mine, get a half
Flip a pack, took some L's, every time I get it back
[Verse 12]
Uh, what's up, what's up?
Real **** in the buildin', what's up, what's up?
We in the city poppin' wheelies with one wheel up
Big chains, new watches on drug dealers, huh
[Verse 13]
New York's pretty pity in the summer
And it ain't no pity in the rain
Flyin' into one coast and the other (Uh huh)
Now that I really wish I could stay
[Verse 14]
Camera saw what your crew made
Now they snitchin', they Anbesol, they too fake
I'll grant 'em all for thirty grams of raw
Had a dream I met Pablo, told 'em, I've been a fan of yours
[Verse 15]
Ice in my crucifix, fat man fly
'Cause of the white, my cross fire like the clan outside
Got half the block combin' for a half a block boom
I'm in an apricot foreign with Travis Scott Jordans
[Verse 16]
This junkie know I'm affiliated
Had his Oxy 80 on the table that's missin', I feel he ate it
They see me spittin' and they feel he made it
So the eagle I will fill in Philly, you feel me? I'm Philly hated
[Verse 17]
The cream still a favorite
My eyes water up when I see my fiends rehabilitated
If you owe, then you still owe, ****, the bill updated
That's how I go, nothin' to play with, New York, ****
[Verse 18]
Uh, what's up, what's up?
Real **** in the buildin', what's up, what's up?
We in the city poppin' wheelies with one wheel up
Big chains, new watches on drug dealers, huh
[Verse 19]
New York's pretty pity in the summer
And it ain't no pity in the rain
Flyin' into one coast and the other
Now that I really wish I could stay
Written by: Rain910, Cameron Ezike Giles, Marc Scibilia, Fredrick Thomas, Jim Jones
