Brooklyn Girl Lyrics

I'm an uptown boy with soul flava

Da 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 wont do it 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

Hate it or not I am great and about to get greater

Hit the Peja like I play with Stoyokovic

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, ass delicious

Stay gettin money no need for e-bay

My heart is all da world but I'm lovin BK

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I ain't got no problem wit girls out in Harlem but

(They ain't nothin like a Brooklyn girl)

See I had a dope fling wit a girl on queens but

(They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)

The Bronx is hot that's where my mom resides but

(They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)

(Damn sure aint nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)

(Damn sure aint nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)

My girl Angie can't be a groupie or whore

She bout gettin money in her juicy couture

Do she get bored with the Gucci of course

So the Louis she sports til it aint 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 then her friends are way badder

Kendra's a Christian never seen freakin
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In church every weekend she need to be deacon

Had a model bitch name Viva we aint speakin

But I had her screamin whenever I was beatin

She been callin, creepin, crawlin

Maybe she would chill if I would beat it often

And Ronesha's fly and she sweeter than Splenda

Cause no one ever slows her agenda

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As we smoke da la la la

BK gettin money no 9-5

Mamase mamasa mamakusa

It don't make sense but admit it, it's kinda hot

BK girls down wit that ride or die

So I always keep one right by my side

See I love New York I aint gotta lie

So if you messin wit 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 aint a gamer

Baby girl ballin kinda like the Lakers

If you would trade her like Shaq then see ya later

Player she do it so easy it's kinda like a layup

She could lay up wit your boy wit no make up

Keep doin her and imma keep doin me

Even on the road imma keep 2 or 3

Bad BK chicks that speak fluently

In the Hamilton language girl speak to me please

I remember when I couldn't 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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