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lirik lagu tha city – lp rambo

[hook]
everyone toating they .50s, that’s how it go in the city
man this situation sticky, that’s just how it go in the city
we 20 deep, that’s how you roll in the city it’s cold in the city
they k!lling you ’cause who you know in the city, if you ain’t with it don’t go in the city
in the city i got me a warrant, in the city we slide no warning
in the city these guns is rappers, on bro they the ones be touring
n*gga this belt on me foreign
this kel*tec fivio foriegn, ”bow!”
n*gga and that’s just a warning
wow, so many hollow tips soaring
[verse one]
i’m in the city it’s dangerous
if you thinking bout sliding on us you off angel dust, red on them brushes and paint ’em up
these n*ggas rolling with bl!ckies take picturеs and sh*t like they hitting a stain or sum’
we don’t lеt no oppas rest in no peace, ‘fore we do that we play with they name or sum’
say we smoking him we do not play with them
none of my opps got a bank card, some boys on my block doing bank fraud
if he say ”onnat car” then we stain car, hit his funeral shooting up st.john’s
hit the other one too, boy we ain’t done
sometimes this sh*t ain’t fun
dead or in jail what we wait on
dead or in jail what we wait on
f*ck what you saying my wallet got weight
f*ck what you saying my mama just ate
i just gave mama a hundred ain’t care what she wanted i care bout the smile on her face
pick up the sh*lls i ain’t leaving no trace, ayee aye
i told her wait
purple nugs they looking like grapes
i’m in the area, and i got bank

[verse two]
talk on the beat and i bet it’s a classic
i want a watch and i’m watching his patek
i got the f&n tucked deep in this fashion you never would know that i had it
he better not reach for his jacket, i up the auto it’s all that i know automatic
rolling gelato in traffic, they saying they pulling up but them n*ggas be capping
try to run and then i’m running after him already said he won’t see the next season
he ain’t gone outrun no shots, save that for the cops, don’t run for no reason
trigger went ”cl!ck!” then he drop, i told him to stop my shorty a demon
‘fore he even get off the lot, we pull up beside him that n*gga ain’t leaving
foolie could never be broke that ain’t even a joke, ‘cuz my pockets be cheesing
these n*ggas pockets lactose and that sh*t is a joke how could n*ggas be cheeseless?
say you gone ride, then n*gga you dying for me boy that’s the whole meaning
my n*ggas on go if i tell ’em so he better cool it a lil’ ‘fore we green him

- lp rambo

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