Текст песни A f Mr. Cheeks - Up Top New York, слова песни A f Mr. Cheeks

Текст песни A f Mr. Cheeks - Up Top New York

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(A+)Yo it`s on tonightJump in my whipFeeling rightPick my man up from off of the stripWe take flightWhat the dilly fellaAint nothing reallyGetting moneyBefore we hit up topLet`s hit the spot and cop a twentyHit the southern statesSo we can bounceRegulateThrow a tape inJoin this new jokeSmoke escapingWindows tintedThey coming down cars on my hornIt`s my mom on the other end singing a songWhen the clock aint a ???You at a spot to performKid I`m down with getting paperPulling capers like stormNo doubtHang up the phone and continue to murkGhetto star in the game put a name on my shirtGot this one chick on the ? I stop to seeRuns with a team of chicks living 1-6-3They be buying it playing space playstation and allI thought I heard the cops saying I`m going to give them a callGet some juice play some hardYo I`m spinning my yardsGet my lines lined upSmell good for the guardsGet my shineShine my babyThen I`m making my flashLay my hand on shorty rest until it`s time to make cashCall her up on her cellWhat`s the deal on your halfI`m just ???? up for chickensI just got out the bathI`m around the corner babyIs there something you needJust bring yourself now say no more(Mr.Cheeks) Hook 2x??????????? We do this all nightGot fellas spending money shorties looking rightEither twist the cap or pop a corkThis is how we getting down up top New York(A+)We on the couch chillingEverybody getting rightComplimenting shortySpandex fitting tightPress the power downGrab the sticksHit us onCause I`m sick of hearing my man singing that same songYo I`m going to bring it to you liveMad 98I`m going to get up in that assShorty fix me a plateFried chicken french fries cold pepsi with iceA minute left and I ??????????????? nightMy only shortyYou wouldn`t believe it with a bun in her hairSaid she want to hit the cutThat`s music to my earsHit the bedroomShorty smelling like perfumeGrabbed the condom out my pocket becasue it`s on I assumedSeen her face blown outTime to lay down my lawLights downMusic onPerfect time to scoreVictoria secret`s ?????You know how I`m feelingWhen you laid up with a shorty getting money and chillingGot a show in an hourSo I jump in the showerMy man nappingHe know that we got to make it happenHe in the zone caught in the mixOh damnCan`t be mad at situations that me and my man digWell it`s your luck shortyGo wake his ass upGot a move to make can`t afford to pass upSo go tell your to goTell my man let`s rollIt`s all said and doneJump in my whipTake flightAs I switch lanesThrow on my signal lightFake rappers get they ass ate upHook 2x(A+)Smoke everydayYelling my nameI rip a showPeep shorty and her friends assing out in the front rowSpilling mo`Grabbing my jeansYelling my nameI`m used to it now guess it`s all part of the gameLet me explain how I grab the micMove and finesseShorty in the blue dressBody screaming caressTook her to the restLay her body down on my nestIt`s deep in the this gameWhy she got my name on her chestHook 3x

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