BKNY Song Lyrics

I'm Mr. Mother Fucking like eXquire
Hold up, hold on, pipe down, I'm on the phone with National Enquirer
And the intern inquired, is she really my girlfriend?
Is my album gon' be weird? And how much money have I acquired
I told her, "I can answer anything you desire"
She said we can't be getting freaky or she'll be fired
But I was an artist running like Forrest in the forest that she admired
She told me to meet her in Bed-Stuy
On Friday round a quarter to 5: 00pm
I could barely get a break in them thighs
Yeah, we on the creep, R.I.P. Left Eye
I ain't R. Kelly, but I'm thinking Kelly got that vibe
I pushed my pride aside to slide inside til she tired
Been in it for so long I might retire
Rode her like a carnival, read the article, said I was fire

I ain't from there but I come there and I fuck a girl in Crown Heights
I ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at night
I'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in Bushwick
Blowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn!

Altantic ave, I'm dolla van
I'm Fulton Mall, I'm down at BAM
I'm Lafayette, I'm Utica
I'm Malcolm X, I'm Nostrand Ave
I'm Empire meet Remsen Ave