Lyrics:
chile
That nigga bizarre met in Coventry city
My MSc year ain't make no sense like 50
I just wanna pass my paper gimme 50
My nigga just pass the paper
that money in
I'm big in my city, the bitches are loving it
Oi Jay, calm down G, you're mocking it
I love the way you're twerking, baby girl, just
Player
But I ball
Might not be a Baseball Player
But I ball
Might not be a Football Player
But I ball
I'm the man
Now watch me do my Victory Dance
A Watch
but the Earth just kept going
There's no more sunshine where I'm from, just a couple burnouts in the back of a boring Club
My city don't share none but
I'on even know niggas rappin' no more
Okay, runnin' my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they
the time we got
Call the football numbers that's why we watch
Trees the same colors as a Hi-C box
And everybody on fire that's why we hot
Ice
Cause my nigga didn't deserve it
And if a nigga see any one of them niggas
Ima shoot em on purpose
Trying to get my music around the city
But them folks
de pute, en vrai
Le football dans ma tête m'atteint le jour, la nuit
Les kilomètres à pied pour l'entraînement dans l'froid ou temps de pluie
'em
Let 'em know fat means greazy, you know what I mean?
I only fear god in this devil ass city (devil ass city)
Keep my head up high, 'cause I
to the A
I didn't know how to move around and shake, Move and Shake
Paying money to perform around in the city, City
Got to get some popping at Magic city
know
I thank God for the things wey i never know
Money come money go we go dey
Plenty bottles in the club we go dey
Money come money go we go dey
Plenty
Hating when you sit in front of God like you DJ Envy
I had Breakfast Club meetings with my brother Rickie
And if you think he tried to change me, then
Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch
B.
I trap out different counties in 3 cities that I go to,
On that road from Houston, stop in Dallas back to Longview,
Hit the booty club and Shawty
we can do that
Friday night football, Saturday last call, Sunday hallelujah
If you like it up loud and you're hillbilly proud
Then you know what I'm
we can do that
Friday night football, Saturday last call, Sunday hallelujah
If you like it up loud and you're hillbilly proud
Then you know what I'm
we can do that
Friday night football, Saturday last call, Sunday hallelujah
If you like it up loud and you're hillbilly proud
Then you know what I'm
with a beast we in the belly
We smoking good so put youʼre lighters up
And stop tryna use my name to get inside the club
Oh you smoking Zaza but you
where it's sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two states
the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my hood up then go take it outside
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see
on the pitch
We going for every club
We passing and passing
Until we reach the pole
You know the story
Football is our culture
Winning is our nature
Deep down it
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
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