Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*ck Da City Up, artist - T.I.. Album song F*ck Da City Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F*ck Da City Up |
| This for my niggas on the block dodging one time |
| Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine |
| Put ya middle fingers in the air one time |
| Ride wit me, fuck the city up one time |
| Fuck the city up |
| Fuck the city up |
| Fuck the city up |
| Fuck the city up one time |
| Fuck the city up |
| Fuck the city up |
| Fuck the city up |
| Fuck the city up one time |
| Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove |
| All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll |
| Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch |
| So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous |
| We living out your fantasies, suckas can’t handle this |
| They know we run the city shawty it’s unanimous |
| Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four |
| K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days? |
| Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag |
| Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag |
| I’m no longer poppin' tags I just let 'em hang |
| Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang |
| And I ain’t frontin', straight by the book--G Code |
| Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat |
| Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat |
| Jeezy fuckin' wit me and we fuckin' up the city ho |
| I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off |
| So much Louie shit it looking like it knock off |
| Violation, that’ll get ya ass knocked off |
| Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce |
| Ever see me in the club with my shades off |
| It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost |
| 28−5 yeah that’s my cost |
| Bitch my closet so big I swear I got lost |
| What? |
| Yeah I think I’m gon' need a map |
| We throw them birdies in the pool make 'em swim a lap |
| Whip it counterclockwise, that’s the backstroke |
| Bitch my chain so big look like my back broke |
| Yeah we 'bout to fuck the city up, go broke |
| Bitch I’m balling so hard I need the whole court |
| Six spots in one night they call it club hopping |
| That new Tip and Jizzle shit, it got the club rocking |
| I’m talkin' A-Town shit, ex lean pound bit |
| Chopper, fifty round clip |
| Keep it with me, I 'on't slip |
| Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise |
| Got a O of presidential, bitch I’m blowin' that Obama |
| Yeah I’m talkin' plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R |
| You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car |
| When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star |
| Hope the feds don’t stop me, life sentence in the car |
| Hey boy we spittin, reminiscin' bout when we was in the kitchen |
| Representin', niggas payin' bitches need to pay attention |
| And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L |
| Do it for my nigga Big Meech and B.M.F. |
| nigga |
| Nigga, all I blow is strong bitch I’m straight for the week |
| Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks |
| Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets |
| Bitch it’s shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep |