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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraQueens, NY (Feat. Paris)
[paris - verse 1]I string 'em along with some acoustic guitar shitTell 'em park it in front of neiman marcusI need that, I need thatWhen we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at?Said you got a spider, where them keys at? them keys at?Living on em, shitted on emI'm hotter than the sauna, pull off in a zondaCalm yourself before you get dealt withHad the medics working on your pelvisDoa there's nothing left to sayWent down like an hourglassParis 1st class regardlessFake bitches not responsiveMe, I'm in the streets rocking a piece that's retardedIn the diamond district with jacobMaking loads, you little cons wanna save up[hook - 50 cent]We come from queens where we are taught to handle beefon our ownYou call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chromeWhere brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?Where statan at?Where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?Where yonkers at?[paris - verse 2]All my men is caked up, stingy with the snatchCause niggas get too attachedSleep with the ratchet under the mattressNatural, my cat got a 5 o'clock shadowIt don't matter cause niggas is still mad at youChicks is getting fuckedI'm on top, that's how I bop, luxury every stopEat it or beat it, you should already know my friendYou're not needed: next nigga remixWord to everything on some g shitFuck with me, give me a reasonFeel something hot, change the whole seasonFor the greater good, make you fix your demonsIt's the loca, caramel mochaBitches is on their sofa, I'm taking overYou now rocking with the best mamaBombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell bugatti, oh![hook]We come from queens where we are taught to handle beefon our ownYou call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chromeWhere brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?Where statan at?Where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?Where yonkers at?[50 cent - verse 3]Ease on em, squeeze on emMove, dump the .22, three's on 'emBreeze on 'em, lit the trees on 'emIn the bandanna, make 'em think it's gang-relatedWe on that gritty shit, the city shitNew york new yorkYou come through on some pretty shitGet outlined in chalkI get busy, I get busy, I'm strapped nowI'm tryna say I want you motherf-ckers to act outI had that ass sprintin' towards the door when I back outDon't do it, don't you do itDon't make me stick to youHoly moly, ya rolly, icy oyster perpetualDiamonds blinking like ass, take a look at itI'm a regular bad man, they say I'm a mad manFuck a mask and glovesI let it on bare handsWe come from a war zone, them southside streetsWhere anything and everything get gunned to eat[hook]We come from queens where we are taught to handle beefon our ownYou call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chromeWhere brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?Where statan at?Where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?Where yonkers at?
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