Lyrics:
She got the body of a goddess, everybody know that
Super cute face and the booty so fat
I'm in the club dropping twenty-four stacks
'Cause I'm in
Ghana and Mali? (Mali)
First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack
Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin'
the club dropping twenty-four stacks
Cuz I'm in love and that's a well known fact
Like, yeah she know what she doing
If a nigga chillin' with a stripper then
The neighborhood feels it,
Her girdle keeps scraping the homes on each side
In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
My Molly stands out 'cause she
last minute, but made the playlist weeks ago
In a little six-speed Volkswagen it's going my way
So back home, wherever it may be, I must go
My first
feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 in '89
And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89
And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city
I've been around the world and seen so many things
Partied in every club nothing but VIP
I never take for granted these luxuries I have
Just try my
a Volkswagen bug, seventeen deep
Packed full of Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out, we blow his lungs
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
Your mother's callin, for WIC checks, she soundin wack
I bought your first food, high-class, you was rude
House with no heat on, with slippers on,
up?), can I get a ad-lib? (Yeah)
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me (yeah)
Ain't dropped yet, still got Lil' Jon money (ayy)
First I'm gon'
If it was my last day on earth
I'd treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in
So innocent so pure with no thoughts of insecurity
Live life
Too sick with the wrist on froze
I'm so woke, uh
Rageboy, outsider, that's LADO
I'm so dope, uh
You lookin' for the goods we got it
Need first class
up?), can I get a ad-lib? (Yeah)
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me (yeah)
Ain't dropped yet, still got Lil' Jon money (ayy)
First I'm gon'
I know yeah
It's all about love
City to city when I'm up in the club yeah
It's all about love
Oh block to block all around the world holla
It's
Where were you when you first Hear Acid?
Was it some place in Harlem?
Was it at the warehouse?
Somewhere in the city?
Or maybe some dark club in
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
gun raps for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, just glad to see the city on the map
I just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it first
I'm going going back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre
All I do is talk yay
In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryna break a record
King of the city Gucciman Frank nitty
I'll gives a bitch a dove if she let me touch her tities
In the club tryin' to find me a bad ass broad
Gave
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