Sting & Police - It's Probably Me lyrics

CUNT, New York City New York City CUNT!

Whatever

Yo I'll put it blunt if that's what you want

Yo I am a Cunt and that's what you want

You take affront, just shake your butt just shake your butt

New York City? What!

I'm busy, getting busy on the mic

Cause I do, do whatcha like

Jump high, yeah hit that height

Now bounce that ass, just bounce aight?

Ya'all show me love when I step in your club

I'm nasty, I don't care, you bug

Hey check me, fresh candy on the shelf

When I think about me, I touch myself

CUNT!

It's hot in the city, I'm from New York City

Not Atlantic City no New Jack City

Hey yo Kansas City, I love New York City

Wha? Twin City is my titties

I'm money, put your mouth where the bitch is

Ya'all finished check my sink

wash dishes, Vicious, I'm the CEO see

You wanna get with me, work for me

CUNT!

Gotcha on lock walk on the block

ya'all wanna talk cuz you're ugly I'm not

I got a man (What's your man got to do with me?) -Exactly!

Coutures fight to dress me

SAT scores ain't high to test me

Dow Jones on my ass try and assess me

Steal your shit then do the cop that arrests me

Rentin the Bentley just to rock Wendy's

Frosty on my Fendi crash into your Hyundai

Blob of the Bengay put it in your panty

so while I fuck you man your thing's burnin with the Bandaid

Ya'all don't wanna mess with me

honestly, they call me the other white meat

I keep my fee so deep

I got those motherfuckin Jetson jets on my feet

Ya'll don't wanna mess with me

honestly, they call me the other white meat

I keep my fee so deep so high

I don't gotta finish my rhyme