Lyrics:
big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy
We'll go to the Greenwich
Where modern man itch to be
pretty to me
Just like it always did
Oh, like the Spanish city to me when we were kids
She took off a silver locket
She said remember me by this
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
She, she comforts he and tells him
Scary things in your sleep can't bite
Tomorrow they'll pack up their buckeye ties
Head for the big city
Past
flights, damn (bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (cash)
I pull down on your city, in your city, they fuck with me (city)
And these
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down
Your plug price too
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
on top
Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks
Soul!
City!
Soul!
City!
Soul!
City!
Soul!
City!
It don't matter if your pants are shiny
If your dick is big
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
album it's obvious you sold
I'm on some shit
Running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back
Take us to where we never been
I'm just in
on your ten and there ain't got no gun
Free my nigga Shiest' I know it ain't no fun (free him)
Locked down, rich, still ain't got no bond
Hateful
big city ain't no kind of place
For a country girl with a friendly face
If you smile people look at your funny, they take it wrong
They laugh at my
renovate, pussy smell rich-rich
Smile when I piss y'all off
Couldn't of thought a bitch fell off
I ain't ever did shit small all a bitch know is big ball
Here's the house
Here's the city and the stream
Here's the father to my dream
Here's the lost and lonely look in your eyes
When you leave I will
rich, look at your drop out (drop out)
Guns up, it ain't nothin' to talk 'bout (guns out)
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's
(I remember)
Good girl, sad boy
Big city, wrong choices
We had one thing going on
I swear that it was somethin'
'Cause I don't remember who I
pretty to me
Just like it always did
Oh, like the Spanish city to me when we were kids
She took off a silver locket
She said remember me by this
living in the city
She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner
Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater
Put me on her roster, to rid her
on the door
Have a pistol under their pillow, and a shotgun on the floor
One thing about crime in the big cities, they rob the rich and kill the poor
City
no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining. You can tell my niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my
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