Catey Shaw - Brooklyn Girls Lyrics

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Brooklyn Girls

Brooklyn Girls Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Brooklyn Girls By Catey Shaw?
There's a palace of bricks in 1-1-2-0-6
Where all the fly Brooklyn chicks reside Combat boots in the summer Subway train rolling under See her on the lower east side In her walk there's a fire (fire) And she's got her own style (oh-oh-oh) You'll get lost in her mystery (mystery) And tonight she owns the city Brooklyn girls, when they walk in they rule the world (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, tough and pretty, break the rules (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Jay-Z bumps in her headphones Drinks on top of the Brownstones Get it on in the bathroom stall Sunset girls acting prissy Won't get far in the city We will freeze up your Popsicle 'Cause we play rough and gritty (gritty) They all want to catch our kitty (oh-oh-oh) And there's no use denying (denying) That tonight we run the island Hey! Brooklyn girls, when they walk in, they rule the world (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, tough and pretty, break the rules (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Hey! Wait for the L-train (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Hey! Bedford to Broadway (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, when they walk in they rule the world (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, tough and pretty, break the rules (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh) |
Who Wrote Brooklyn Girls By Catey Shaw?
Catherine Shaw, Jason Levine, Sophie Dupin
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