| 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? |