Lyrics City of Gods - Teejay

City of Gods

My badness, city of gods
Brooklyn, 90's, yo, Shabdon
Mi girl see ah Louis V pon har hand back
Dat, dat, dat bad
Man ah fuck up e street, watch e mek mi tun up e heat
Mi money deh yah, one ah pull up e cleet
Mi gyal tun up, she fleek, if yuh dis ah every gun ago beat
Yuh shub mi style, yeah, mi clothes nuh repeat
Dem know mi nuh joke, suh when wi touch e road ah police
Yuh fi know di code, yuh nuh see it
Nuh mek mi rest it inna yuh cheek
Suh press it inna yuh face and e beat
She seh «jeez, Louis match e teez suh mi beat»
She seh «T, yuh suh sweet», gyal ah week to dem knees
Denisha seh «please, tk ah picture», seh «pleas»
Wid mi wood inna har mouth, every vida delete
Mi heart cold ah mek di freezer sneeze
Fuck dem gyal ah good, ah mek she bawl out, ah seh: «Jesus, please»
Big ooman long time days like Hillary
still ah breed, ah she tell mi seh mi ah see him
Dem know mi flow jus like di river stream
Uptown river peen, gyal ah bore har tongue, she ago link popeen
Mi pocket broad it par wid mi an' queen
London Bridge stand Birmingham, Bristol to Reddean
Yuh nuh waan fi style mi do brethren
Wake up, bwoy, yuh deh dream, none ah mi dawgs dem nuh do beggings
Tell Sherene seh fi tell Sheveen
Seh mi pocket fulla Benjamin