Lyrics:
tonight
King of diamonds, magic city
Let me hit tonight
Ain't no doubt, I show up, show out
Cause I'm country nigga fly
(fly) , country nigga fly (fly)
the city
Mac shaking shit, nigga
Young rich nigga riding 'round the city with the Mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' (ba-bow)
the club, show us love
Milwauk' let the thugs in the club
The Bay let the thugs in the club
New York let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club
Country nigga fly country nigga fly
Country nigga fly country nigga fly
That country nigga fly
That country nigga fly
I'mma boss hog riding hazard
It’s like a black man heaven here
My nigga 2 Chainz bringing 2
Cups and extendo blunts
It’s all bay when that nigga baby pull up
Pull up in
the bathtub (Splash)
I'm in my new swag
City on my back, need a backrub
Gotta call my club bitch, she a fun bitch
She high class (High class) , not a bum bitch
Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, fuck that shit
My niggaz run this bitch
My niggaz run
Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! hah hah! [4X]
[Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo)] - 2X
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! fuck that shit! (Rep yo
the bathtub (cash)
Champagne splash in the bathtub (splash)
I'm out in my new swag, NASA (NASA)
City on my back, need a back rub
Gotta call my club bitch,
Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! hah hah! [4X]
[Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo)] - 2X
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! fuck that shit! (Rep yo
the clubs
But the techno and the drugs
Were far too much for a country lad to take
I can groove with the best
But I think I need a rest
From the boys
Yeah, okay, aye
Foggy summers cold nights in the foreign
We in the Bay sightseeing like a tourist
He like my city I'm the only bitch that's loyal
be cheefin lik a nigga come from Kansas City
Nigga everywhere I go I got a hammer wit me
I b walkin up 2 bithes lik can I hit it
I b walkin out da
Shout out to the Bay
Cleveland that's the city where you know they don't play
Shout out to the Bay
We got some hoes in the Bay
Yeah hold up folks
who
I'm the Kane Brown fan club president, I'm just as country as you
And I live in the city, but I prefer the sticks
I watch Yellowstone on the couch
gal, turn around, show me your donkey
Oh my lord, that's a whole lot of chunky
I can tell you from a whole 'nother country
I am a drug so I know a whole
the moment tell the rest of the world
Let them kno that im coming
And I'll be there
A party in the city in the club and its lit but she just really want me
to the mall yeah
Spend it all yeah
Then I overlock a private airport yeah
We can hit seven countries in seven days yeah
Then back to Bay Ohama
That's your pride
and clean
Ba ba dee ba da ba da bay (ba ba dee bee dee dee bee dee day)
Away from all the noise and city streets,
Out where the flowers bloom so sweet
And the occasional fuel pump
Saving up, moving to the city
There I was working on a Tuesday
When a fire bird showing his age
Pulled up to the middle bay
What
Country Club Livin'
Is all you ever wanna
DO while your kids are at the youth center having fun too
This is why we all say
Coral Gables living, so much
hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay
Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club
That's why they tell me that I don't make enough
I'm trying to be
Finally out the motha fuckin CPT
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just am underground hit
Moving things, A local nigga made good
And made
di M.I.C
Get gyal easy nuh difficulty
Dis a fimmi city dis a fimmi country
Gyal see di zen and waah gimmi promptly
Bad gyal say Dem waah fimmi pumpi
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