New York State of mind ( Unreleased)
Verse 1 (Zillakami & Sosmula)
Arf Arf
Ayo, my audience, it's time
It's time, sosmula and my audience (aight, sosmula and my audience, begin)
Straight out the nursing home, n***a
Verse 2 (Sosmula)
The handbag drops deep as does my meat
I never run, 'cause to run is the mom of a bitch
Beyond the walls of heads, life is defined
I think of killing old women when I'm in a New york state of mind
Pre-Chorus (Zillakami)
Hope the belove got some glove
My shove don't like no dirty dove
Run up to thе truelove and dispose of
Arf arf
Chorus (Zillakami)
In a Nеw york state of mind
What more could you ask for? The black handbag?
You complain about old women
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bag
Verse 3 (Sosmula)
I'm rappin' to Brownsvillle
And I'm gonna move your chapel
Verse 4 (Zillakami)
Big-bodied, smelly, stank, like a heart
Im gonna shoot your mom in the trailer park
Arf arf
Verse 5 (Sosmula)
I can't take the old women, can't take the head
I woulda tried to gun I guess I got no lead
I'm rappin' to the chapel
And I'm gonna move your pineapple
Verse 6 (Zillakami)
Yea, godzilla in a New york state of mind
When I was young my mom had a bag
I waz kicked out without no tag
I never thought I'd see that rag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's drag
A ho stick is quite the quick
Final Verse (Sosmula & Zillakami)
Thinking of killing old women. (BOOM BOOM)thinking of killing old women (Sleezy)
Arf Arf
Ayo, my audience, it's time
It's time, sosmula and my audience (aight, sosmula and my audience, begin)
Straight out the nursing home, n***a
Verse 2 (Sosmula)
The handbag drops deep as does my meat
I never run, 'cause to run is the mom of a bitch
Beyond the walls of heads, life is defined
I think of killing old women when I'm in a New york state of mind
Pre-Chorus (Zillakami)
Hope the belove got some glove
My shove don't like no dirty dove
Run up to thе truelove and dispose of
Arf arf
Chorus (Zillakami)
In a Nеw york state of mind
What more could you ask for? The black handbag?
You complain about old women
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bag
Verse 3 (Sosmula)
I'm rappin' to Brownsvillle
And I'm gonna move your chapel
Verse 4 (Zillakami)
Big-bodied, smelly, stank, like a heart
Im gonna shoot your mom in the trailer park
Arf arf
Verse 5 (Sosmula)
I can't take the old women, can't take the head
I woulda tried to gun I guess I got no lead
I'm rappin' to the chapel
And I'm gonna move your pineapple
Verse 6 (Zillakami)
Yea, godzilla in a New york state of mind
When I was young my mom had a bag
I waz kicked out without no tag
I never thought I'd see that rag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's drag
A ho stick is quite the quick
Final Verse (Sosmula & Zillakami)
Thinking of killing old women. (BOOM BOOM)thinking of killing old women (Sleezy)