New York
Good night people
I mean greeting from Jamaica
They're some of
The nicest people of this world
Love Respect
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hit me girl I'm in New York
(I'm in New York)
This is your song
We've been texting and talking Since 3 in the morn
So this can't be wrong
Girl is you single or what
Maybe I'm thinking to much
They think I'm singing to much
Shit I ain't singing enough
(Shit I ain't singing enough)
(Nall nall)
Shit I ain't singing enough)
(Nall nall)
You hate the fact that I'm busy
You love this money I'm getting
(You love it)
You love the way that I spend it
Tell me baby why you tripping
I can not understand you bitches
I rather just sit here
And focus on music
Then argue about Fuck shit
We fuss then
We fuck like you wanted
We wake up
And fuck in the morning
Breakfast right before that head
She do that shit with no hands
Then she move that body
Like a snake ma
Where all the white girls
That know how to durty wane
(Where you at)
Where all the black girls
That know how to durty wane
(Where you at yeah)
Where all the Latin girls
That know how to durty wane
(Where you at)
Baby come over and show me
I'm only here for one night
She want to fuck and do drugs
Last night was turn up af
I woke up like I ain't never leaving
(Here)
Hit me girl I'm in New York
This is ur song
We've been texting and talking
Since 3 in the morn
Since I put you on
Girl is you single or what
Maybe I'm thinking to much
They think I'm singing to much
Shit I ain't singing enough
I mean greeting from Jamaica
They're some of
The nicest people of this world
Love Respect
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hit me girl I'm in New York
(I'm in New York)
This is your song
We've been texting and talking Since 3 in the morn
So this can't be wrong
Girl is you single or what
Maybe I'm thinking to much
They think I'm singing to much
Shit I ain't singing enough
(Shit I ain't singing enough)
(Nall nall)
Shit I ain't singing enough)
(Nall nall)
You hate the fact that I'm busy
You love this money I'm getting
(You love it)
You love the way that I spend it
Tell me baby why you tripping
I can not understand you bitches
I rather just sit here
And focus on music
Then argue about Fuck shit
We fuss then
We fuck like you wanted
We wake up
And fuck in the morning
Breakfast right before that head
She do that shit with no hands
Then she move that body
Like a snake ma
Where all the white girls
That know how to durty wane
(Where you at)
Where all the black girls
That know how to durty wane
(Where you at yeah)
Where all the Latin girls
That know how to durty wane
(Where you at)
Baby come over and show me
I'm only here for one night
She want to fuck and do drugs
Last night was turn up af
I woke up like I ain't never leaving
(Here)
Hit me girl I'm in New York
This is ur song
We've been texting and talking
Since 3 in the morn
Since I put you on
Girl is you single or what
Maybe I'm thinking to much
They think I'm singing to much
Shit I ain't singing enough
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Cole
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