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[Chorus]Call me 50 year, call me Ferrari, call me New YorkNY is my name change nigga I ain't playing gamesNew York for sure call me NYNew York for sure call me NYYou won't close my next felony fucking roundI get the mat blowingmy heart colder than that corner you get clapped onthe crack on show you about get my jack onI long no place we packs on..my mind I just lame back onstack on em get yeah rack after rack on emget a foam this mess on cutting this mat for empop up in the yulla could dead for emnigga getting the way out banging the crap on emthen lineup the woolves and scream my tack on emI'm cool tryin keep cool till I snap on emI'm coming for a nigga head when I black on em[Chorus 2x]Is 50 year, call me Ferrari, call me New YorkNY this my name change nigga I ain't playing gamesNew York for sure call me NYNew York for sure call me NYI hate when you niggas do shit then make me ask whyif you the homie why you won't gonna testifywhy you wanna see a nigga get the champ frya..in New York standing at the skywhy you hurt your friends more than your enemiesand why you don't seek the stroke to your memorieswhy is the question I askshit was all good when you're splitting up stacksthe shit you told the people gotta undermaxnow why would you wanna do some shit like thatwhen that bound on your forehead don't ask whyquiet close your eyes and die[Chorus]Call me 50 year, call me Ferrari, call me New YorkNY is my name change nigga I ain't playing gamesNew York for sure call me NYNew York for sure call me NY
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