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Testo New York Freestyle - YFG FATSO

Testo della canzone New York Freestyle (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album New York Freestyle

I just want my girl back

I just want my girl back

I just want my girl back

Can she

What you doin' when I ain't with you?

Hope you ain't ridin' with niggas (I hope)

I wanted to be there near you

I'll fly back out the city

It might only take you a second

But you won't fully get it

I prepare for another blessin'

And you just rock the system

Both of us glidin', wildin', most are dyin'

And they can't rob the feelin' (nah, they can't)

Backseat smilin', plane start

You hear the pilot

Now let's go fly in the city

I honestly don't wanna use my phone

I need you to come get near me (come on, come on)

I don't care if we fall out eight more times

We workin' on us, I'm with it (aw, man)

Both of us glidin', wildin', most are dyin'

And they can't rob the feelin' (nah, they can't)

Backseat smilin', plane start

You hear the pilot

Now let's go fly in the city

I honestly don't wanna use my phone

I need you to come get near me (come on, come on)

I don't care if we fall out eight more times

We workin' on us, I'm with it (aw, man)

She pretty and she not dumb

A bitch like her my style (she is)

I might wanna take her and create a son

And move her up out of the town

Ghost of the gang

And I start dolo hanglin'

Nobody ain't been around (nobody with)

I go get around

They treat me famous

They tryna strip me down (come on, come on)

I'd rather come home and you be naked

I don't wanna play no game (I don't)

Every second I just been with her presence

So I let her rock the chain (put it on)

I already told you

They ready to fuck, these hos

Around my name (you know)

Truth is I really been livin' it up

But these hos around for game (come on)

I'll go get a new Monte Carlo

Pull it up, and I bet that's gon' leave a stain (for real)

You been payin' on that car note

For a couple months

So you still gon' ride the same

I ain't Rod

I walked in with my rod

They still gon' ride the wave (they still)

Fast cars and chains on all the guys

The Reapers 'nem came insane (yes, sir)

I like her head

She made me look up to God

So I ain't complain (come on)

The jakes ain't far

I'm hoppin' in and out the car

So I'm hidin' the banger (aw, man)

A bad bitch told me to fly her out

Took her to Topanga

I love you, but not how I love moms

I ain't finna ring your finger (I'm not, I'm not)

I love you, but not how I love cars

I ain't finna grab you later (come on)

The police don't think that I ride in Suburbans

They think it's somethin' outdated (come on)

The bird up over my head

It's followin' me, I'll get with you later (aw, man)

No, I can't love you, I told all my hos, I'm gon' degrade 'em

Both of us glidin', wildin' l, most are dyin'

And they can't rob the feelin' (come on, come on)

Backseat smilin', plane start

You hear the pilot

Now let's go fly in the city (let's go fly)

I honestly don't wanna use my phone

I need you to come get near me (come on)

I don't care if we fall out eight more times

We workin' on us, I'm with it (aw, man)

Both of us glidin', wildin', most are dyin'

And they can't rob the feelin' (they can't)

Backseat smilin', plane start

You hear the pilot

Now let's go fly in the city

I honestly don't wanna use my phone

I need you to come get near me (come on, come on)

I don't care if we fall out eight more times

We workin' on us, I'm with it (aw, man)

What you doin when I ain't with you?

Hope you ain't ridin' with niggas

I wanted to be there near you

I'll fly back out the city

It might only take you a second

But you won't fully get it

I prepare for another blessin'

And you just rock the system

Both of us glidin', wildin', most are dyin'

And they can't rob the feelin' (nah, they can't)

Backseat smilin', plane start

You hear the pilot

Now let's go fly in the city

I honestly don't wanna use my phone

I need you to come get near me (come on, come on)

I don't care if we fall out eight more times

We workin' on us, I'm with it (aw, man)

Both of us glidin', wildin', most are dyin'

And they can't rob the feelin' (nah, they can't)

Backseat smilin', plane start

You hear the pilot

Now let's go fly in the city

I honestly don't wanna use my phone

I need you to come get near me (come on, come on)

I don't care if we fall out eight more times

We workin' on us, I'm with it (aw, man)

Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Ho, Christopher Mosley, Ziad Amin Mohamed Bashir, Keelan Sylvester Horne
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