BB Bois

Yeah, yeah

 

 

Ayo

 

bad guys, it's time.

 

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

 

The life drops deep

 

I never jump, 'cause to jump is the bothers my rings.

Beyond the cars, life is defined.

I think of crime when I'm in a new york state

 

Hope the springs got some wings.

My rings don't like dirty kings.

Run up to the flings and get the strings.

 

In a new york state of mind.

What more could you ask for?

You complain about crime.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fife.

 

I'm rappin

And I'm gonna move

 

Slick, straight, green?

 

Boy, I tell you

 

I can't take the crime.

I woulda tried to kill.

 

I'm rappin' to the psophia,

And I'm gonna move your mafia.

 

Yea, yaz, in a new york state

 

 

 

 

 

A pink money is quite the honey.

 

Thinking of crime. Yaz, thinking of crime

 

yah

 

 

skrtt

 

 

yah yah yah