Song | Seven One Eight |
Artist | Fannypack |
Album | See You Next Tuesday |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Goias, Grady | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
BK is you wit me New York City | |
Everywhere else you can suck up my titties | |
Eat a Big Mac and go to hell | |
In an old bucket **** it yo it ain't hard to tell | |
That we got this party on smash | |
Now we gonna put you on blast | |
Written in my shit list you dead last | |
Face look like you did a hundred yard dash | |
In a 90 yard gym you look busted | |
Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard | |
On my buns always fun | |
Got other girls out on the run | |
Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun | |
Maybe they did they boyfriend's crib | |
That's where I woke up this morning | |
'Cause he said that you boring | |
Don't like him anyway he was snoring | |
You can have his ass back while I'm out touring | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens | |
Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo | |
Holla if you broke or an English bloke | |
And if you know what I mean seen | |
Baseball bat in the back seat | |
Of Matt's black car and I travel far | |
Much further than you witcha Metro Card | |
Betcho ass is on welfare | |
That's okay so am I, psyche | |
Still gonna put my thing down tonight | |
One time for your mind five of a kind | |
Look at all the people look how they lined up | |
At the door they want more | |
I bring grams to the crackers like s'mores | |
Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell yeah | |
Now bust shots in the air | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets | |
Still my fans get me high like rockets | |
At the show here we go | |
Backstage underage and I drink it slow | |
Oh my God what's the matter? | |
We get hot sex served on a platter | |
Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner | |
So much paper but we ain't stoners | |
Go'n get wild for the night | |
Don't act like a child tonight yo | |
Fancy got me dancin', you take off your pants and | |
You get rude in your underoos | |
So so moved by my rap haikus | |
Yo what the **** is wrong with you? | |
What the **** you think we came here to do huh? | |
Shake yo shit shake yo shit | |
Do it, do it like this, can you handle it? |
zuo qu : Goias, Grady | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
BK is you wit me New York City | |
Everywhere else you can suck up my titties | |
Eat a Big Mac and go to hell | |
In an old bucket it yo it ain' t hard to tell | |
That we got this party on smash | |
Now we gonna put you on blast | |
Written in my shit list you dead last | |
Face look like you did a hundred yard dash | |
In a 90 yard gym you look busted | |
Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard | |
On my buns always fun | |
Got other girls out on the run | |
Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun | |
Maybe they did they boyfriend' s crib | |
That' s where I woke up this morning | |
' Cause he said that you boring | |
Don' t like him anyway he was snoring | |
You can have his ass back while I' m out touring | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens | |
Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo | |
Holla if you broke or an English bloke | |
And if you know what I mean seen | |
Baseball bat in the back seat | |
Of Matt' s black car and I travel far | |
Much further than you witcha Metro Card | |
Betcho ass is on welfare | |
That' s okay so am I, psyche | |
Still gonna put my thing down tonight | |
One time for your mind five of a kind | |
Look at all the people look how they lined up | |
At the door they want more | |
I bring grams to the crackers like s' mores | |
Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell yeah | |
Now bust shots in the air | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets | |
Still my fans get me high like rockets | |
At the show here we go | |
Backstage underage and I drink it slow | |
Oh my God what' s the matter? | |
We get hot sex served on a platter | |
Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner | |
So much paper but we ain' t stoners | |
Go' n get wild for the night | |
Don' t act like a child tonight yo | |
Fancy got me dancin', you take off your pants and | |
You get rude in your underoos | |
So so moved by my rap haikus | |
Yo what the is wrong with you? | |
What the you think we came here to do huh? | |
Shake yo shit shake yo shit | |
Do it, do it like this, can you handle it? |
zuò qǔ : Goias, Grady | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
BK is you wit me New York City | |
Everywhere else you can suck up my titties | |
Eat a Big Mac and go to hell | |
In an old bucket it yo it ain' t hard to tell | |
That we got this party on smash | |
Now we gonna put you on blast | |
Written in my shit list you dead last | |
Face look like you did a hundred yard dash | |
In a 90 yard gym you look busted | |
Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard | |
On my buns always fun | |
Got other girls out on the run | |
Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun | |
Maybe they did they boyfriend' s crib | |
That' s where I woke up this morning | |
' Cause he said that you boring | |
Don' t like him anyway he was snoring | |
You can have his ass back while I' m out touring | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens | |
Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo | |
Holla if you broke or an English bloke | |
And if you know what I mean seen | |
Baseball bat in the back seat | |
Of Matt' s black car and I travel far | |
Much further than you witcha Metro Card | |
Betcho ass is on welfare | |
That' s okay so am I, psyche | |
Still gonna put my thing down tonight | |
One time for your mind five of a kind | |
Look at all the people look how they lined up | |
At the door they want more | |
I bring grams to the crackers like s' mores | |
Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell yeah | |
Now bust shots in the air | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes | |
I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets | |
Still my fans get me high like rockets | |
At the show here we go | |
Backstage underage and I drink it slow | |
Oh my God what' s the matter? | |
We get hot sex served on a platter | |
Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner | |
So much paper but we ain' t stoners | |
Go' n get wild for the night | |
Don' t act like a child tonight yo | |
Fancy got me dancin', you take off your pants and | |
You get rude in your underoos | |
So so moved by my rap haikus | |
Yo what the is wrong with you? | |
What the you think we came here to do huh? | |
Shake yo shit shake yo shit | |
Do it, do it like this, can you handle it? |