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regular. Um worth 1.5 just in my
neighborhood. Where everybody eat. We self-made men. Red star taliban. Bogis bangin. 5th City bandits. Congress to Monroe.
fast)
Young nigga extra doubt I got my stripes (quick fast)
So get that purple and mix it with the sprite (quick fast)
Get some purple dro, make sure you
You know we in the city
Throwing A 100 bands in starlets
She be begging for my love
Im feeling heartless
Know her by her real name
But when we in
inside my brain
Give them hot hot no time to waste
It's a pity, this boys don't know what They're doing
Yahoo plus plus, no God in the city
Girls don
they house
I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga
On the grind , on the grind
All the time , bitch I shine
On the grind , on the grind
4 , 5 times , talk to a regular bitch
I aint no average dida my language
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
I put on for my city
Yeah, your mans gettin' busy
Who else do it, how I do it? In the city
Hit the six speed out the dealership
Call it social
the way
I've gone through changes In the city with my chrome
Pretty girl make it home You know man I go by my loan
And they want me to be bitches Them
tol' you, (tol' you) nigga please!
Tell you-know-who they shouldn'ta been bootleggin my mix CD (please!)
Some of y'all sucks, so keep suckin while I
Taking chances like a pair of dice
Wanna live like I'm in paradise
Take the jump yeah it a risky try
Not making it is terrifying
Focused on my grind
Not
rice for the free
I'm a creature fresh off the bench
Gettin' head by the bleachers
Coach put me in, Retro 4's on my sneakers
She give me top
That lil' ho
sis, prolly with your bitty
Ooh, and I get love in my city
Ooh, but ain't no love in my city
Pull up, you catch a slug, on my mama
I gotta wet 'em
city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
Now really, who you think gon be fucking around with that Trae
With my screens lit, swanging
(Enviyon on the mix)
Oh my- Oh my gosh, I love you Prada
I been on some hot shit, staying in the stu'
I swear to God this lifestyle has been making
like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot
set is dangerous
Yeah my city don't play we gon' aim at ya
I better warn you before that clown shit get you in a coffin
And bitch we gon' be rich
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
the truth if you ain't in a group
Or a trooper you prolly should get away
Find somewhere new because
My city ain't for the goofies
My city ain't for the bums
the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I put the bitch in
Rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga
When I say green nigga all about his cream nigga
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest
'Cause me and all my
checks like Nike feds don’t know how I do it
I put Chanel on my side piece cause she act like she clueless
When she know I hit everything in my city that
Hol on this train goin' by
Pull up im sending that playa hater home
Slugs too thick they penetrate his dome
Fuck with the enemy you fuck with my bro
over fame
I put my city on my back
Fuck all that talk I want the stacks
Me and my niggas we moving in packs
Fuck with your shawty now she on the map
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