Merry In Harlem Lyrics

Hoodie by Zel

Denim by Zel

Hat by Zel

She giving em hell

Clutch by Zel

Drxp by Zel

She lit I could tell

She always got mail

She eatin her kale

It's never for sale

She never for sale

She ridin a sail

She wavy as hell

She duckin the columns

Duckin the stardom

She from the bottom

She want em she got him

Know where to find him

Posted in Gotham

I'm posted in Gotham

She know she a problem

Call her my darling

Gave me a login

Merry in Harlem

& they stop & they stare when I come thru the spot like

I'm on stage & I got my own spotlight

Linked to the street but I tied my own knot like

Every chain on & I run thru the stoplight

Really lost everything but I got right

Feelin like Jay & Scarface no it's not life

But I never froze I was makin shit hot like

VVs shine but you still gettin hopped like

Don't panic

Everything on my neck is organic

You can see all my pointers dynamic

Big O be drippin across the Atlantic

Ridin my wave but you on the titanic

Wanna be me but ain't put in no damage

All of them punches ain't none of them landed

Y'all niggas rapping I'm really a manic

Raising this 40 I bet he get frantic

Callin the plays like I'm Manning

They never know what I'm planning

Or where I'm landing

Private beach tanning

Saki & salmon

& they wish that they would but they know that I could like

So I show her what a real one look like

Make sure we get home safe it's a good night

Feelin like Ye & T Pain it's the good life

Good girl but she stick to the hood type

Play the block tough but she can't miss a good flight

Do it on her own but I still give her good pipe

Passed her the scope but I know she got good sight

Right

Right

Feelin so good I could pull off a heist

Feelin so good I might give you good price

Smokin wit ceilings that's triple my height

Spoke to the doorman I'm being polite

Good Luci bag I take for my flight

My shawty thicker than Sunny Delight

Right

Right

My shawty thick give her Sunny D

& I know she gone ride that's a guarantee

Headed straight to the top you gone come wit me

I ain't chasin the bag cause it run wit me

I ain't done wit the bread til it's done wit me

Put ya Os in the air if you fuck wit me

Hoodie by Zel

Denim by Zel

Hat by Zel

She giving em hell

Clutch by Zel

Drxp by Zel

She lit I could tell

She always got mail

She eatin her kale

It's never for sale

She never for sale

She ridin a sail

She wavy as hell

She duckin the columns

Duckin the stardom

She from the bottom

She want em she got him

Know where to find him

Posted in Gotham

I'm posted in Gotham

She know she a problem

Call her my darling

Gave me a login

Merry in Harlem