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Correct Up Top New York (feat. Mr. Cheeks) Lyrics
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Correct Up Top New York (feat. Mr. Cheeks)
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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 2x ??????????? 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 Hook 2x (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 3x
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