Lyrics:
In New York city just walking the street
Ran out of money had nothing to eat
I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel
Where you can check in if
Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional
My flight was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out
bad I meant that rock
Especially on the metro link at city stops
Didn't mean to blow up the spot
Them laws they been plot
Gotta think out the box
the other one, might arch her back and I buss on her tits
I put my bitch in all CELINE, yeah, she poppin' her shit
I rock the Chrome Hearts fits, and Ricks
Larry, they gettin' out of here
Put your ass in my hands
I'm the rubber band man
I'm the rubber band
I'm the rubber band
Put your ass in my
toes, I got four hoes in a photo
Four bozo's, on the low, doin' Coco
Solo whippin' in the ends, always local
She rock my polo, anytime she cold though
I
on all blocks like I'm sellin paletas
And rock the bells
Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells
I eat at Charro's and La Barca, not Taco Bell
smidigt
Up in this, puffar spliff, checka Näääken och Snoop
Och folk har väntat länge nog, now I'm back in the booth, ooh
Go for the win, de bara lägga
no colors or shit
But got that p-90 rouger & it can get ugly in this bitch
My city watching my rearview, I'm speaking in codes
Cause I'm a gansta
Frozen city, Frozen Lord, I'ma change the time
All my boys some goblins, snorting blow to unwind
Pour up a four, then I'm back on my grind
Change
the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up
that's how I rock it up
presice, before I chop it up
I sell it
my dope fiend test the product to see
Aye, yuh, yuh, yuh
Let's go, yeah
Who rockin' with me?
Bust is down for the city, come and clock it with me
I got fifty on my lap, hundred more in my
like love no longer can turn me on
Like the girls in suits and those pretty boys
I gave my heart to rock'n'roll
Rock'n'roll
Rock'n'roll
Oh, oh..
city, I'm the mascot
It's for them niggas on a six yard
For them hoes that never thought I'd make it this far
Remember you was on top, you was in
so prolific
With divine women ,only rock with real winners
Keep the light dimming , there's no sad violining
Where were you , I was in the dark by
runner
I been going crazy on the beat for like two summers
And my city it done caught more bodies than Fort Sumter
I got three cookies in two og's and four
a minute
Can't make it stop Woke up had a dream and you in it
Make that bed rock not caring if somebody hear it
I pour up that Wock and my kidney feel it
Two bad bitches keep that shit player, I been ducked got a crib out in Bel Air,
Run the city tell them hoes vote Macc for mayor
If the hoe choose up
two-seat six-inch heels by Gucci
When a player land, ma, scoop me
No luggage, I shopped in
California sun on my skin
As the rocks blind traffic that I'm in
This the one Nhelson
Cyfal (I love you Fuego)
Yeah I'm blinded by the lights what you do? I'm in your city (yeah)
Cruising down the street saw her
and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken
We been makin' music a long time
(Hey, but have you ever played in a jazz band before?)
Fuck, I've been fuckin', rappin' bro
Better pop a xan 'fore I
gettin' rich, have you played yo' cards yet ?
Milly Rock drop, and she neck all my balls
I'm afraid imma fall, so I gotta go hard, like a 2 by 4 hit across
hooked now tasting the rock
Thinking of Pac and Yak
So we mash blinded
Gonna be Hell 4 a Hustla
Till the gats find me
And you can ask 1-2
He used to be
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