Lyrics:
Gyxmo 876 3illa
Yo Dev
Inna urban mode
Gyal dem say me clean to me step
Clean to me step
With a urban flow
Thugs dem say me clean to me step
Clean
Idu m-city underground boy zone
Heyyyy subhash nandu
Urban Kannadiga Bro (yeah)
Boy zone idu boy zone
Sedegalige iduve red zone (Yeah)
Boy zone ba ba
searching for more
Feeling alive in the city I adore, (oh yeah)
Oh, I'm a dreamer in the urban zone, (yeah)
Oh, where the beat keeps catching on my soul
Oh,
a symphony sounds
From the urban grind to the rural country grounds
Greensboro stand up, let your story be heard
In the rhythm of life, speak these poetic
the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames sewn, but
me alone I'm in the zone
Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
But I'm low in the cut and gotta
just don’t have homes
Urban campers in commercial zones
And when it rains we shout and dance
We sew patches onto our pants
But we usually just hang out
war zone, we stand alone.
(Chorus)
Fists clenched tight, ready to fight,
In the darkness, we ignite,
Blood pumping, adrenaline high,
In this urban
right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban
right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban
bang-bang with that Uz
That's Miu Miu on my shoes
Ain't got a thing left for me to prove
It's that bottle service all night
It's that poppin' urban just
niggaz head trauma
Bulletproof shield is made of gold armor
Brain surgeon is aversions my purgin' mind urban
Scientists found killed and wrapped up
bang-bang with that Uz
That's Miu Miu on my shoes
Ain't got a thing left for me to prove
It's that bottle service all night
It's that poppin' urban just
bang-bang with that Uz
That's Miu Miu on my shoes
Ain't got a thing left for me to prove
It's that bottle service all night
It's that poppin' urban just
niggaz head trauma
Bulletproof shield is made of gold armor
Brain surgeon is aversions my purgin' mind urban
Scientists found killed and wrapped up
Do you comprehendo
Mahomes I'm in the end zone
You stuck in the friend zone
So who's at your girlfriend's home
You make no sense bro I make a crescendo
(yeah, Kira on the phone!)
Bitch, ich ball' out now wie ein Ball-Player (Ball-Player)
In der Zone right now wie ein Korbleger (yeah)
Diese
back in your throne, turn off your phone 'cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64s, PlayStations
Weigh up Henry with precision, few herbs
back in your throne, turn off your phone 'cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64s, PlayStations
Weigh up Henry with precision, few herbs
strong enough to sink ships
Two tone grip, Brother Mouzone shit
Better move on bitch, or else it's on, trick
I'm en fuego, I ain't even in my zone yet
I'm so scared to put you on
There's a devil on my side and he's a motherfucking goner
Off the perc's and in a zone
He don't wanna think straight
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone
'Cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations
We're paring with precision
Few herbs
nother century
That lil ho not even my choice or interest
Urban Outfitters my clothes is vintage
These niggas broke they penny penching
Cant talk about
(Cat)
Alles was ich bruch (Was ich bruch)
Das isch mini mood (Mini mood ja ehy)
Träge was ich will mache farbe wild (Mache wild)
Es isch 50er zone staht
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