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Aja - Clat Lyrics

Club, Legend, Art, Theater
Club, Legend, Art
We are New York

Taste this chocolate, yes
Godiva bitch, you know the rest
New York City, we strong
Talent last long
All I do is win, no matter what
I'm on the sneak attack they're like: What the fuck
You think it, I've done it
You've played it, I've slayed it
You think you're the first
Well it's been innovated
Peppermint why you so nice? ('Cause I can be!)
Peppermint how you always right? ('Cause I am, bee!)
Peppermint how you stay lookin' so nice
Getting dollars in your titties almost every single night?
Learn the tricks, collect the tips
Gender flip, flip the script
Built legendary status, brick by brick
And it did not come from a Youtube clip!

New York, New York, New York, New York
We are (Club)
We are (Legend)
We are (Art, Art)
We are (Theater)
We own everything, we are New York
Ooh
Club, Legend, Art, Theater

Radical, magical, liberal art
Gender is a construct, tear it apart
Wearable art and terrible art
It's the motherfucking world is unbearable art
This part, this is for us
Don't need a museum, this club is enough
For a revolution with the best intentions
Beauty with a twist, just an intervention
Yes ma'am, I'll take that dollar
Doesn't even matter I'm a Fulbright scholar
I'd rather be a modest, but I need to show it
There's a lot of pretty girls, but a queen better know shit
Femmes, rebels, meddle with gender
Realness bores me, I'm a better pretender
Brooklyn witches, revolutionary
Come up with a read that's better than hairy

New York, New York, New York, New York
We are (Club)
We are (Legend)
We are (Art, Art)
We are (Theater)
We own everything, we are New York
Ooh
Club, Legend, Art, Theater

Stretch, kick, curtain up
Don't pop the head, it's showtime folks
An actress ain't got coins for cabs
That's why I paint for subway dads
Judy, Julie, Audrey too
As a little boy, I lived for you
Now I'm a dame, I own the stage
Five, six, seven, eight, off the page
Y'all might think I live for drama
I just want you to feel mama
Showy queen, that's my name
Subway fish is how I came
Express, create, the theater's safe
Don't come for me, 'cause Love Trumps Hate
Life imitates art
Dreams come true
Nyc, I'm coming through

New York, New York, New York, New York
We are (Club)
We are (Legend)
We are (Art, Art)
We are (Theater)
We own everything, we are New York
Ooh
Club, Legend, Art, Theater

Touch this skin, what's it feel like to you?
I'm a nightmare dressed as a dream come true
I'm a banjee cunt, don't call me that for nothin'
I spin and I dip and the tricks, that's stuntin'
I'm getting my tens, all I see is these fives
Pussy on point, nails sharp like knives
Stone the stones, I got stones on my ring
'Cause I'm opulent bitch, that means I own everything
Pop that shit, I'm a bubblegum bitch
Grab on my ass, you like liquorice?
I'm sweet like candy but I'm hot like a pepper
Bitches ain't shit, 'cause they know they know better
Eyes on me, and my looks break necks
Model-esque body, serve straight up sex
You can never get enough, I'm the bitch that you love
Just call me the Queen of Clubs

New York, New York, New York, New York
We are (Club)
We are (Legend)
We are (Art, Art)
We are (Theater)
We own everything, we are New York
Ooh
Club, Legend, Art, Theater

New York, New York, New York
New York, we are New York
Ohh, we are, we are, we are
We are who we are
We are, yeah