Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap City, artist - FemdotDate of issue: 29.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rap City |
| You know dilla been wilding |
| Got clips on me for real the flow got me grinding |
| Direct deposits, cash all in my pockets |
| I let them mix and then talk about it |
| You would think I was Logic, I gotta |
| Get it cracking on my mommas |
| So trill flow coke spit snow hills like I rap soda or Rapsody |
| In the basement like rap — |
| Said y’all know the vibes |
| Might pop up like Tigger y’all know the stripes |
| Y’all niggas don’t rap good enough to compete |
| Being modest, I’m honest man y’all niggas weak |
| I’m elite I said should of put Cole on my beats |
| Ain’t capping in the pole with niggas who got a pole |
| Take caps back, back catcher type |
| Better act kap like, take you a knee |
| Said KG and Kobe Bean going straight to the league |
| The bed might squeak when I hit |
| I might pull up when squeak finna spin |
| And damn near slide with yo shorty |
| And off top, man she off top you would think she was Pamela Voorhees |
| It is what it is everything everything like I was Noname |
| African nigga said I got like 4 names |
| You really know me if you know my whole name |
| Let us get the green just like we Romains |
| Might chop the fro might grab me a Ceasar |
| King Cold I might grab me Freiza |
| Wrist gold said I had to retrieve it |
| Outsider I might slap me a greaser |
| Catch a fade like routes and receivers |
| Hallelujah gone grab you a preacher |
| Never been a foe no never |
| So many bands look like Coachella |
| I fucked her friend hope she won’t tell her |
| (whatever, whatever) |
| Okay, I’m back in this bitch like parallel parking |
| She gobbling call her a goblin |
| I’m a new Dennis she stuck on the Rodman, (God damn) |
| If I don’t pop out it ain’t popping |
| I always pop like John Witherspoon |
| Grew up in my granny living room |
| Never silver spoon all my life was Andy Silva fighting |
| Sucker for saliva pussy kryptonite I confess |
| She threw the panther in Carolina |
| I ran them racks up in Carolina |
| I save her name as Ms. Charlotte |
| Ambi on the beat let me take my time |
| Atlanta in morning about to buy a new smile |
| Gold on my gums and lithium lungs |
| And I’m lit than a bitch and my karma is coming |
| You know dilla been wilding |
| Got clips on me for real the flow got me grinding |
| Direct deposits, cash all in my pockets |
| I let them mix and then talk about it |
| You would think I was Logic, I gotta |
| Get it cracking on my mommas |
| So trill flow coke spit snow hills like I rap soda or Rapsody |
| In the basement like rap city |