Lyrics:
up we checked up
Smashed out in my muscle car (Strong way)
The strong way, old school, come with your new school (The long way)
Aye this what I do, I
girl. I am a city, city girl.
City, city, city girl. City, city, city girl.
I return to the city.
I like the noise of cars,
I like public transport,
I
Worcester, city on fire
From the Woo Sox cheers to the art museum's spire
College kids hustlin', creativity bustlin'
EDM anthem pumpin', bodies pulsatin',
hear that roar, that growl,
American muscle, in their element, they prowl.
German cars glide, like a whisper in the wind,
American muscle, their
at Jungle City, a sound
Studio in Manhattan's Chelsea
Neighborhood when we
Walk in, Ocean leading the way, pharrell
Williams turns down the music and greets
grandchildren may see em
In some dusty old museum
Reminders of the last days of steam
Back in Africa again I'd often catch a bushveld train
It was driven by
After breakfast, I'm out of my parents' property
Apparently making my way to the city!
Canadian citizenship, I barely have time for a relationship
Still I
of n***a all the women are needing
Heard about me and now they fiending
Aw man, what a wonderful feeling
Muscle car pimpin is a wild cat slayer
Cold player
On Deadman's Curve I used to shut 'em down,
I had the hottest muscle car in my hometown
I could burn rubber in all four gears,
But I haven't
I find inside the city
The more I find in me
It's a jungle gym
It's a jungle gym
Movie theaters and museums
Fishing in the pond
ABC's one, two,
the city
The more I find in me
It's a jungle gym
It's a jungle gym
Movie theaters and museums
Fishing in the pond
ABC's one, two, three's bring your friends
the latest fashion
Muscle cars I be gassin
She freaky she be on a handstand
She don't need no enhancement
I f**ked her once she an addict
They wanting smoke
city of love
At a museum
Last night I looked at true colors
On a friendly canvas, a trustworthy canvas
History repeated, probably 'cause high standards
(city)
Over two hundred thousand I bet it
(I done bet it)
Forever gon' run up that fetti
Whole lotta money, I steady be steppin'
Sit in the back of the car
riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am
In a screaming
riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am
In a screaming
And I been riding on a ghost train
Where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight
But I'd always tell you where I am
And I been riding on a ghost train
Where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight
But I'd always tell you where I am
Just off the strength
Just off the strength
Couple bands to my niggas off the strength
Muscle man, I walk with limp
A nigga prayed for these days
On those Montreal muscle car nights.
Peelin' down Peel under city lights.
Your jeans painted on so tight.
Give into the urge when the feeling's
cars
Cash in large amounts
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce
A fat ass and titties that bounce
You know I'm in the street
When the city come out
I could fit right in
We got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we got stories how we
(ah)
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars)
Big watch on a pair of bapesta's (bapesta)
Ice cream with an astronaut
You don't
smart? Mine make more
Faster marry, faster baby, faster dead
I like to draw
I like the museum
I like to drink and
I like the dancing club
I like to sing
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