Представляем точный текст композиции "Up Top New York" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста A+ . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Up Top New York» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую A+ передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
A+ - "Up Top New York"
Lyrics to Up Top New York : (feat. Mr. Cheeks) [A+] Yo its on tonight Jump in my whip Feeling right Pick my man up from off of the strip We take flight What the dilly fella Aint nothing really Getting money Before we hit up top Lets hit the spot and cop a twenty Hit the southern states So we can bounce Regulate Throw a tape in Join this new joke Smoke escaping Windows tinted They coming down cars on my horn Its my mom on the other end singing a song When the clock aint a ''' You at a spot to perform Kid Im down with getting paper Pulling capers like storm No doubt Hang up the phone and continue to murk Ghetto star in the game put a name on my shirt Got this one chick on the ' I stop to see Runs with a team of chicks living 1-6-3 They be buying it playing space playstation and all I thought I heard the cops saying Im going to give them a call Get some juice play some hard Yo Im spinning my yards Get my lines lined up Smell good for the guards Get my shine Shine my baby Then Im making my flash Lay my hand on shorty rest until its time to make cash Call her up on her cell Whats the deal on your half Im just '''' up for chickens I just got out the bath Im around the corner baby Is there something you need Just bring yourself now say no more [Mr.Cheeks: Hook x2] ''''''''''' We do this all night Got fellas spending money shorties looking right Either twist the cap or pop a cork This is how we getting down up top New York [A+] We on the couch chilling Everybody getting right Complimenting shorty Spandex fitting tight Press the power down Grab the sticks Hit us on Cause Im sick of hearing my man singing that same song Yo Im going to bring it to you live Mad 98 Im going to get up in that ass Shorty fix me a plate Fried chicken french fries cold pepsi with ice A minute left and I ''''''''''''''' night My only shorty You wouldnt believe it with a bun in her hair Said she want to hit the cut Thats music to my ears Hit the bedroom Shorty smelling like perfume Grabbed the condom out my pocket becasue its on I assumed Seen her face blown out Time to lay down my law Lights down Music on Perfect time to score Victoria secrets ''''' You know how Im feeling When you laid up with a shorty getting money and chilling Got a show in an hour So I jump in the shower My man napping He know that we got to make it happen He in the zone caught in the mix Oh damn Cant be mad at situations that me and my man dig Well its your luck shorty Go wake his ass up Got a move to make cant afford to pass up So go tell your to go Tell my man lets roll Its all said and done Jump in my whip Take flight As I switch lanes Throw on my signal light Fake rappers get they ass ate up [Hook x2] [A+] Smoke everyday Yelling my name I rip a show Peep shorty and her friends assing out in the front row Spilling mo Grabbing my jeans Yelling my name Im used to it now guess its all part of the game Let me explain how I grab the mic Move and finesse Shorty in the blue dress Body screaming caress Took her to the rest Lay her body down on my nest Its deep in the this game Why she got my name on her chest [Hook x3] [ Up Top New York Lyrics ]
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