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Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
The more clearer than
Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas
Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year
So let's have a funky
I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can
here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler,
The earth, the ore, the daily store
The siloes full of grain
A generation city bound, emancipating From farm and field, oh what's the yeild
If there's nothing
(JOAT) there's nothing I love more than a
Girl that's on her money
Oh, shawty inda bando (Hustala baby)
If you knew what we do for the money
She
the sky
Good bye to all the things of lying
Water slide along street, oh shit get wet by alcohol
Water slide along street, oh shit get wet by alcohol
Water
I'm Ready!
When you see me up in the spot
With my 2 way, chirping every chick on the block
You'll know that I'm ready
Oh, I'm ready! Yes, I'm ready!
Shh
(Well or, and this is, New York City)
Where the shiftiest sources leak
Out the back door
For more and this is New York City
(Oh, I see these
with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose,
from the tip of a rose, Caroline,
Caroline, Caroline, Oh!
But retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill
My bath up with
saved, I am saved from what's laid waste
I was distressed by the godless
From the filth of the lawless men
But I was rescued by the Holy One, and now I'm
Oh, captain, what are we hiding from?
You've been hiding from the start.
Did some lover steal your heart,
Or did the full moon make you mad?
Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too|All up in your city flexin' down the avenue|But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do|That
What to expect from a
Dollar store plant
(Bum bum bum)
Oh my dear
The city turns red and green
But I’m stuck here
Blowing kisses and love at a screen
Who
the change
Oh I've lost my mind
I'm running out of time
Ain't even got a dime
To my goddamn name
Cities made of dreams
Streets littered with cheats
Who knew
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
Is this what a rapper looks like?
I don't know
I don't know oh
Is this what a rapper looks like?
I don't know
I don't know oh
Is this what a rapper
gonna feel me
Either way my names is coming out your mouth
Like oh my I said I'm here for his glory not coupe
What’s coupe other than where bunch
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
Wearing my emotions
Like they're Balmains
"I got you Jay for life"
That's what they all say
Grinding to the top
But we can all play
Passing out some
in the city
Titties popping left and right I see this shit like 3D
Peeping out the window see the towers oh so pretty
I been in the city where
cities cold
Cause we come up the Hardaway
We want all the smoke
You know what the fuck I do
Ask me what I do it for
I live for the trap
And I love
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