City boyz Lyrics

Gang, yeah I'm in this bitch and I'm chillin

Niggas wanna act like I'm the villain

In this bitch, yeah I'm turnt up off the wing

If that nigga finger itch, I'm empty and the same

Yeah I want it so fast, hitting shit up in my dream

Yeah I'm making all this money with the green and the blue

I talk to y'all bitch and I leave her without a clue

She lights out when I'm living mean, ain't got rules

She steady blowing up my phone, bitch, is you cool

And I'm stuck in my zone, so I can't lose

Presidential on my wrist, congratulated bitch, I'm a scholar

Steady buying all this honest shit for top dollar

Look around, we all take our dreads off, that ain't a problem

If you talk about the money, get my nigga, they all soft

Unh, unh, let the beat go

I shoot her in my shot with this bitch like a free throw

Man, these niggas always riding some dick, they on my meat though

Man, this shit gay

Bitch, get up on my dick, I'll find you a bae

Man, this city boys up, can't take a bitch up on her day

Steady talk about falling in love, bitch, is you crazy

You can't be one of my two, my third fuckin' leg

And I can never fall in love, do I look like Cupid

Man, you always in my ear like, bitch, you stupid

Man, fall in love with goofies and you be like a toothpick

Man, these niggas always talkin' bout the bad, but I'm movin

And I made this bitch turnt up, wrote the gang

And these niggas tryna come with me, they can't hang

I was fuckin' on your bitch then, I came

And I love her when she ridin' and she sayin' my name

Man, I'm doin' tricks on this bitch, she dead but blind

Man, I'm makin' this a bitch with, like, she on a plane

You better take your last shot, niggas, call it gang

When you look at your wrist and look at mine, ain't the same

No limit for president, run for the campaign

These niggas be dumb heads, they ain't got no brain

You got monkeys, I got H's, my niggas goin' insane

Look at the foot up on your plate, look at mine, we at the same

Suck it through your fuckin' brain

We get to sprayin', ain't no game

She get to playin', what's my name

I'm in this bitch for the money and the fame

Yeah, these niggas ain't the club

I call my lil' homie up, every time he wanna go to the club

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