Seven One Eight Lyrics - Singles - Fannypack

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

BK is you wit me New York City 

Everywhere else you can suck up my titties 

Eat a Big Mac and go to hell 

In an old bucket fuck it yo it ain't hard to tell 

That we got this party on smash 

Now we gonna put you on blast 

Written in my shit list you dead last 

Face look like you did a hundred yard dash 

In a 90 yard gym you look busted 

Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard 

On my buns always fun 

Got other girls out on the run 

Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun 

Maybe they did they boyfriend's crib 

That's where I woke up this morning 

'Cause he said that you boring 

Don't like him anyway he was snoring 

You can have his ass back while I'm out touring 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens 

Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo 

Holla if you broke or an English bloke 

And if you know what I mean seen 

Baseball bat in the back seat 

Of Matt's black car and I travel far 

Much further than you witcha Metro Card 

Betcho ass is on welfare 

That's okay so am I, psyche 

Still gonna put my thing down tonight 

One time for your mind five of a kind 

Look at all the people look how they lined up 

At the door they want more 

I bring grams to the crackers like s'mores 

Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell yeah 

Now bust shots in the air 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes 

I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets 

Still my fans get me high like rockets 

At the show here we go 

Backstage underage and I drink it slow 

Oh my God what's the matter? 

We get hot sex served on a platter 

Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner 

So much paper but we ain't stoners 

Go'n get wild for the night 

Don't act like a child tonight yo 

Fancy got me dancin', you take off your pants and 

You get rude in your underoos 

So so moved by my rap haikus 

Yo what the fuck is wrong with you? 

What the fuck you think we came here to do huh? 

Shake yo shit shake yo shit 

Do it, do it like this, can you handle it?