Lyrics:
the hood, but he'll probably never make it
He's a midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where them niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy,
night, one night
You could have this for one night
Ooh, we in the club goin' bizzurk
My OG sippin' on that sizzurp
I mix the OG with the pizzurp
I OD
you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just
my brain
Addiction from prescriptions
Made me on edge everyday
Lil buddy out here talking
Dump his body in a lake
Born in PA
Im from Pittsburgh
Skys
Thugga thugga thugga big birds
Des résidus d'crack sous les semelles de mes Buscemi
Mon 17 s'est tendue de Paname a Pittsburgh
J'ai ma Gucci girl avec
seein' them out, I just ugh
Don't got shit to say to you niggas
In the club I make my way through you niggas
You must be mad I ain't wait on you
But no
when the mic's out
And heavy on the lean
Timb boots or the whites out
It's Pittsburgh's kick flipper
Spit words great nigga
Disturbed? You could get your
her last
Baddest bitch in the club
Gon' work somethin'
Bend it over for me baby
Gon' twerk somethin'
Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'
Let me spend
Pittsburgh
Hold up locc (What?)
I know that flea
She been out 'n club hoppin' since '83 (Ain't this a bitch)
And the bitch is still hoin'
See, get
the scene in the Avocado, El Dorato
Hit the hood to grab some weed, already have a half a bottle
I wha, I, just have to hit the club and bag a model
Least
Me Im out here steady blastin
To the stars back down Im crashin
Pittsburgh made me automatic
Say im dead im never lackin
Pittsburgh boy Carnegie tap in
the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston,
ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about
man
The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care
White button downs and Emory scrubs
Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks
But this shit
a homie out in Texas, club scene reckless
Mention Uncle Snoopy he can get you on the guest list
Ridin' through New Orleans, rest in peace Soulja
Slim,
friends for so long bruh
That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some
of a Pittsburgh Steeler,
Black nigga, draped in gold with a nine milla,
Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail,
Love the way these niggas smell, keep
Priscilla
I don't give a fuck that she look like Thriller
Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her
'Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh
and yellow
You would think I was from Pittsburgh, in turn, get your'n
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big
Yeah, uh-huh,
and gotta
Hit 'em with another one
Not quite the remix, you see this G-Shit?
For you to Pittsburgh ditty-bop
To the beat with fresh with my A-1’s
Keep
club lines, should've come with us
We left that shit in '09 when we was comin' up
I mean, these just my suggestions of course
Em Rata here fresh off
Pour up roll up then we go up
Pop a pill then throw up hold up
Think I know her
This explorer think I'm Dora
In the club I pull up
Everybody know us
to the game, made no hustle without balance
Always getting paid, stack it up and make a mountain
Me and my nigga from Pittsburgh
Started from the bottom
You can do whatever you want
Confidence ain't a problem
I can see it in the way that you walk
In the clubs back in Boston
I love it when you make
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