A Plus - Up Top New York Lyrics

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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

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[Mr.Cheeks: Hook x2]

?? 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 x2]

[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 x3]

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