Lyrics:
fuck, I told y'all
I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is
Walk by and see how fly it is
I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit
I got my
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through
you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin' shit
Pickin' pockets with a razor stoppin' Russian rockets
Not shoplift, I'm liftin' shop, once you
woo)
I'm afraid to fuck'n stop (stop woo woo woo
(Yeah)
Money all in these balmains (balmains)
I got all of these racks on me (racks)
I can afford
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
've caught rats
Last one was a squealer
Now I'm mashing my work like Nina
I take take the top shelf in the shop
Like a reefer
But I ain't ever been taught by
Hop in a rari to get my mind gone
Shawty don’t know me she just know my songs
It’s in the past let by gones be by gones
I go right to the Stu to get
Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do
I would sit there by the hour pickin' wildwood flower
Wore my little fingers to the bone
Well, I said I would
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
deposit in the closet on a hanger
Mack, chop your rhymes like I chop, shop, chop a ACC
Startin' with the bones in your back
Whenever I attack, it's like
through
Stop the bull talk
We rule papi
Smooth
Knock these fools off me
Boo sloppy
How I have they bitches bukakke
Move awfully cool hotty
Slob
datll getcha knocked
Rule#1 we dont ever knock
Rule #2 keep it by ya side
Rule#3 dont dap up a opp
Rule#4 dont talk to da cops
How u say u street but udk
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
All paid out on a standing order
Causing dispute and a health disorder
Shut down shops and they barricade borders
The country is run by thieves
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
Houston got the best dimes
Non stop make that ass pop
Fat Pat drop the the top like its wreck shop s-u-c
Aye welcome to the land where we just don’t stop
a pot, I will put you on the spot
Yeah you need to be taught
You wanna get dropped, you wanna get popped'
Welcome to my shop, you have an opt, you can get
crack rocks
I give it all I got, non-stop 'til sweat drop
I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I
I give her what she need 'til it's hard
a drone
Not a sleigh)
Facebook reminder, time to go out and shop
And your government's infiltrated by
Russian black ops
Christmas so white, like the nazi
've gotta say
I'd say hello and they'd be laughing at me
I'd ask 'em questions that nobody understood
But by the time we got outside my room
I was searching
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