Brooklyn Girls - Songtext von Charles Hamilton

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I'm an uptown boy with Soho flava
The beat is D minor but I'm oh so major
I do my own thing so I owe no favors
Can't do it now then I won't go later
Haters wanna see the boy get lost in the sauce
But it's gravy so boy get lost
Nah I ain't cocky I'm just statin the obvious
H.O. the boss and I'm makin his pockets rich
Hated or not I am great and about to get greater
Hit the paper like the boy was clay olkovich
I keep it real and my ladies do the same
High class chicks that be crazy in the brain
Style so mean swag is vicious
Smile O.D. as delicious
Stay gettin money no need for ebay
My heart is all world but I'm lovin BK

I ain't got no problems with girls out in Harlem but
They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl
See I had a dope fling with a girl out in queens but
They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl
The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides but
They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl
Damn sure ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl
Damn sure ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl

My girl Angie can't be a groupie or whore
She bout getting money in her juicy couture
Do she get bored with the Gucci of course
So the Louis she sports till it ain't new anymore
Then she cop another one makin hoes gettin madder
Gettin more money so the price don't matter
Ain't seen her in a minute know her ass got fatter
And if you think she bad than her friends are way badder
Kenja's a christian never seen freakin
In church every weekend she need to be a deacon
Had a model bitch Vida we ain't speakin
But I had her screamin whenever I was beatin
She been callin, creepin, crawlin
Maybe she would chill if I would beat it off
Then Ronesha's fly and she sweeter than splenda
Cause no one ever slows her agenda

And sweet smoke da la la la
BK gettin money no 9-5
Mama sing mama sa mu makusa
I don't make sense but admit it, it's kinda hot
BK girls down with that ride or die
So I always keep one right by my side
See I love New York I ain't gotta lie
So if you messin with my ladies it's homicide
I gotta friend named Shayna
She like Bill Bellamy and how to be a player
Shorty is a player can't nobody play her
Can't nobody game her cause she ain't a gamer
Babygirl a baller kinda like the Lakers
If you would treat her like Shaq then see ya later
Player she do it so easy it's kinda like a layup
She could lay up with your boy with no make up
Keep doin her an I'm a keep doin me
Even on the road I'm a keep 2 or 3
Bad BK chicks that speak fluently
In the Hamilton language girl speak to me please
I remember when I could'nt get a girl for shit
Now I can't get rid of any girl for shit
So when they look at me I don't look away
I spread love it's the brooklyn way
Now let the hook play

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