Lyrics:
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
[Jay-Z]
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
lady shake ya yansh
big boys with class don show for club
grooving in da club
lady shake ya yansh
2x
Mc Rxza, Mo Treez
Waff city hun
you know how we
flow
From delta flight to four seasons
Cold creeper
Jeep doors off, I drove diesel
This hoe a diva
Eat her up late nights like cold pizza
The whole
all inside your bumba', rasta
Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas
Quarters, nickels,
all inside your bumba', rasta
Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas
Quarters, nickels,
be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga
Meet me at the function
Don't make your bitch meet me
Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York, that's how we get down
22's on the jeep, something deep in the seat
city where the club close at 2, Im from New York City so to me that shit is new
I’m trying to have the after party right inside your room I got V12 on my
Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X
White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
You know that America ain't ready for the sound
from dem white boyz.. (white boyz)
A jungle
Guns go off in the jungle
I tip my derby like Zorro
Ain't no such things as war heroes
Frontline planes fly by, like the sparrow (BLAOW!)
(EI-EI)
NELLA STREET SENZA STICK EI,
NELLA STREET EI
NELLA STREET SENZA STICK (EI-EI)
10 BRO SOPRA UN JEEP EI ,
SONO QUI PER I BLING (EI-EI),
the club with a gangsta girl
When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna
What's your name, what city you represent ma
Where the hands on all the pretty girls ma
For the players and the hustlers in the club now
And all my
We almost there
We almost there
Let's get it
Right now
Yea i'm back in the city
Who gone run it now
Everywhere we go
Hunids showing out
(Showing off)
em up... Fill em up ...
Fill em up... Fill em up ...
Fill em up... Fill em up ...
Fill em up
In the club... we put em up...
Shawty bad, she finna
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in
Man this beat feel insane
Let me tell y'all a little story
Always ride
With my homies to the club
But tonight I'll slide
With my shawty
And her crew
it hot
I got patterns like Saturn, the rings
The rings
Uh, Gold Digger, that's the single
The single
Gotta hit the club just to mingle, to mingle
Why
of getting beaten up black and blue
So we paying back shots like I owe you’s
And that’s Music City, that’s Derby City
That’s Black Abbey, that’s Angel’s Envy
the honors, so I just quit
Cause this work shit got my dreams on pause like a comma
But I'm still six-figure fiendin'
Bull city leanin', and California
(Cook that shit up Quay)
Trackhawk Jeep goes too fast (too fast)
I don't even wear no seatbelt (seatbelt)
Bad lil' bitch got no breasts (no
Kid, ich bin der Mac in diesem Business
Und ticke dicke Packets an die Kids
Step mit der glitzernden Kette in den Club
Zerre deine Bitch auf
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be living in luxury what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy in
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