
N.Y. Do Or Die Slogan Rome Streetz & Futurewave
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[Intro]
It's that motherfuckin' wave
Futurewave with the bomb, nigga
You already know, fly shit only
Forever
Forever and ever
[Verse 1]
Ayo
Rockin' fly gear, Fendi eyewear
Fuckin' black dimes with blonde hair, I shine like Times Square
Get lined here for your possessions, possess long weapons
Smith & Wesson's in the Bucktown section
"Duck Down" like the Black Moon record, they shoot reckless
Catch two in your necklace and get left naked
Slow neck from Alexis in a gold Lexus
Flow bando, cuttys overdose off the breakfast tester
You'll never measure, forever I style
My footwear is crocodile, you fuck niggas bacalao
Bow down or get found drowned
My sound's like a hot round to your crown, you motherfuckers clowns
Mad fruity, rockin' shit for the bitches
Pocket books and hair extensions, you'd sell your soul for attention
With the ink pen I've been a kingpin
Ill lawyer kept me out of Sing Sing, now we linkin'
It's that motherfuckin' wave
Futurewave with the bomb, nigga
You already know, fly shit only
Forever
Forever and ever
[Verse 1]
Ayo
Rockin' fly gear, Fendi eyewear
Fuckin' black dimes with blonde hair, I shine like Times Square
Get lined here for your possessions, possess long weapons
Smith & Wesson's in the Bucktown section
"Duck Down" like the Black Moon record, they shoot reckless
Catch two in your necklace and get left naked
Slow neck from Alexis in a gold Lexus
Flow bando, cuttys overdose off the breakfast tester
You'll never measure, forever I style
My footwear is crocodile, you fuck niggas bacalao
Bow down or get found drowned
My sound's like a hot round to your crown, you motherfuckers clowns
Mad fruity, rockin' shit for the bitches
Pocket books and hair extensions, you'd sell your soul for attention
With the ink pen I've been a kingpin
Ill lawyer kept me out of Sing Sing, now we linkin'
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