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I'm an uptown boy with soul
Da is D minor but I'm oh so major
I do my own so I owe no favors
do it now then I wont do it later
Haters see the boy get lost in the sauce
But it's gravy so boy get
Nah I ain't cocky I'm just the obvious
H.O. the boss and I'm makin his rich
Hate it or not I am great and to get greater
Hit the Peja like I play with
I keep it real and my do the same
High class chicks that be in the brain
so mean, swag is vicious
Smile O.D, ass
Stay gettin money no for e-bay
My heart is all da world but I'm BK

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I ain't got no problem wit out in Harlem but
(They ain't nothin like a girl)
See I had a dope wit a girl on queens but
(They nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)
The is hot that's where my mom resides but
(They ain't like a Brooklyn girl)
(Damn sure aint nuttin a Brooklyn girl)
(Damn sure aint nuttin a Brooklyn girl)

My girl Angie be a groupie or whore
She bout gettin in her juicy couture
Do she get bored with the of course
So the Louis she til it aint new anymore
Then she cop one makin hoes gettin madder
Gettin more so the price don't matter
seen her in a minute know her ass got fatter
And if you she bad then her friends are way badder
a Christian never seen freakin
In church weekend she need to be deacon
Had a bitch name Viva we aint speakin
But I had her screamin I was beatin
She been callin, creepin,
Maybe she would chill if I beat it often
And Ronesha's fly and she sweeter than
Cause no one ever slows her

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As we da la la la
BK gettin no 9-5
Mamase mamasa
It don't sense but admit it, it's kinda hot
BK down wit that ride or die
So I always keep one right by my
See I love New York I aint lie
So if you messin wit my ladies homicide
I gotta named Shayna
She like Bill Bellamy and how to be a
is a player can't nobody play her
Can't game her cause she aint a gamer
Baby ballin kinda like the Lakers
If you trade her like Shaq then see ya later
Player she do it so easy it's like a layup
She could lay up wit boy wit no make up
Keep doin her and keep doin me
on the road imma keep 2 or 3
Bad BK chicks that speak
In the language girl speak to me please
I remember when I couldn't get a for shit
Now I can't get rid of any for shit
So when they look at me I don't away
I spread love the Brooklyn way
Now let the hook

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