Lyrics to New York Minute
Ghetto
Wake up, F1LTHY
Yeah
Right
Me and Jay the biggest niggas in the city like the Twin Towers
In New York in a 9/11 by the Twin Towers
Unc stay on point like he sniff powder
The richest niggas out of Flint, bitch, the world ours
You know it's me and Ghost like the boy off Power
Brodie in the back clutchin' on a Tommy
My brother did some bullshit, I'm finna tell my mommy
I don't work no more, I made a hundred racks cash in twelve hours
That's a double shift
.45 with two— that's a double clip
Yeah, yeah
We with two twin hoes right now, we call 'em "Double Mint"
Biggest niggas in the city like the Twin Towers
Me and Jay the biggest niggas, we the Twin Towers
In New York in a 9-11 Porsche by the Twin Towers
Bitch, the world ours
I never bought flowers, gave the girl powder
Fuckin' 'round and got drunk, hit her for four hours
Forty racks on me, finna take a whore shoppin'
Four-point-eight million, 'member I had four dollars
I don't fuck with pigs, these niggas pork choppin'
All Louis on me, right now, we just in New York shoppin'
My PO on some bullshit, I go report tomorrow
I drop dirty, drunk a pint of Quagen and took four bars
Damn
I know a nigga with no house, but he got four cars
Her shit said she do OnlyFans, bitch, you a porn star
Unc did twenty years, he said he never seen a foreign car
Shot his ass so many times, he dropped his gun and called 9-11
Dog died at 9/11, it was 9:11
I shot my opp at 12 o'clock, this nigga died by 1
Bro just had some Act' old as a dinosaur, bro, how you find that stuff?
Like "Where you get it from?"
Bitch, you better not miss the marathon 'cause this a different run
You thought I shot him with a Glock, but this a different gun
I know she suck dick good, she wrapped her hair up, she put it in a bun
Yeah, like you don't never see your kids, ho
That shit be crazy, you don't never see your kids, I know you miss your son
And I heard your best friend took your heat, I know you miss your gun
I been workin' hard the whole motherfuckin' summer, I done missed the fun
Wake up, F1LTHY
Yeah
Right
Me and Jay the biggest niggas in the city like the Twin Towers
In New York in a 9/11 by the Twin Towers
Unc stay on point like he sniff powder
The richest niggas out of Flint, bitch, the world ours
You know it's me and Ghost like the boy off Power
Brodie in the back clutchin' on a Tommy
My brother did some bullshit, I'm finna tell my mommy
I don't work no more, I made a hundred racks cash in twelve hours
That's a double shift
.45 with two— that's a double clip
Yeah, yeah
We with two twin hoes right now, we call 'em "Double Mint"
Biggest niggas in the city like the Twin Towers
Me and Jay the biggest niggas, we the Twin Towers
In New York in a 9-11 Porsche by the Twin Towers
Bitch, the world ours
I never bought flowers, gave the girl powder
Fuckin' 'round and got drunk, hit her for four hours
Forty racks on me, finna take a whore shoppin'
Four-point-eight million, 'member I had four dollars
I don't fuck with pigs, these niggas pork choppin'
All Louis on me, right now, we just in New York shoppin'
My PO on some bullshit, I go report tomorrow
I drop dirty, drunk a pint of Quagen and took four bars
Damn
I know a nigga with no house, but he got four cars
Her shit said she do OnlyFans, bitch, you a porn star
Unc did twenty years, he said he never seen a foreign car
Shot his ass so many times, he dropped his gun and called 9-11
Dog died at 9/11, it was 9:11
I shot my opp at 12 o'clock, this nigga died by 1
Bro just had some Act' old as a dinosaur, bro, how you find that stuff?
Like "Where you get it from?"
Bitch, you better not miss the marathon 'cause this a different run
You thought I shot him with a Glock, but this a different gun
I know she suck dick good, she wrapped her hair up, she put it in a bun
Yeah, like you don't never see your kids, ho
That shit be crazy, you don't never see your kids, I know you miss your son
And I heard your best friend took your heat, I know you miss your gun
I been workin' hard the whole motherfuckin' summer, I done missed the fun
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