Lyrics:
sing to a fire escape
City girl, but she grew up in the tri-state
She ain't got no time for no groupie love (hmm)
We don't pay no minds to the thug
[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
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
on Keesha and Shante'
Rolling it like this track was raggae
I roll through the hottest club!
With about a hundred thugs!
Get about a thousand bucks
For
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
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
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)
and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players
I never said I
the bar
And I'm a set it real high
Double take, double take
When I roll up to the club
Players hate, players hate
When I walk up in the club
I got
and excitement's in the air
Girls buy new bikinis and beauticians dye their hair
Health clubs are overcrowded with young men
Concerned and unhappy with conditions
And take puffs
The city of G's, the gaters, and gutter
The switches and D's, the haters and murder
My niggas runnin' the streets
They ready to eat
And roll
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
of clubs
I never went to bed, shit
Wine or water
You said something about a cold drink?
I don't know, I'm delirious
Cups of the Rosé
Bitches in my
shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When
side
Nigga, just like The Joker
She love how I stroke her
It's 2AM, I might pop up like the toaster
Pull up, Testarossa, John Gotti the city
Suck on my
its in my fucking heart x2
A hundred black lux jeeps like the taliban
and everybody jerk flashin like an ambulance
self made,
thats an understatement
past the gates, the shadows haunt
My soul leaves my body, shaking
I'm in the city up all night
You've got my heart, now I feel lifeless
Breathing
than a mill now
Kellz about to take the bar
And I?ma set it real high, real high
Double take, double take
When I roll up to the club
Players hate,
slangin that, and hangin that every corner
from up north to Dogg Pound California
you heard of that gangstaville
the city where they don't talk
slangin that, and hangin that every corner
from up north to Dogg Pound California
you heard of that gangstaville
the city where they don't talk
fill 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs
The city of G's, the gaters, and gutter
The switches and D's, the haters and murder
My niggas runnin'
Trackhawk Jeep do damage
Made a money sandwich
Bitch tryna' put it on camera
I let her she bad as shit
I'm off shh like candy
No you can't touch no
Double G cans fatigue shafts
Out your league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a dollar to loose
Man
sipping green you don't sip tris
Niggas in my city always hating
Took his hoe and slimed her out i did
I make bitches swallow all my kids
Broke lil hoe
She
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