| Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swangers
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| Shout to DJ Drama, all I wanted was a gangster grill
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| Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swangers
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| Shout to DJ Drama, all I wanted was a gangster grill
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| All I wanted was some swangers
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| All I wanted was some swangers
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| All I wanted was a gangster grill
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| All I wanted was some swangers
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| Young nigga had big dreams, box Caprice, candy paint
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| Pull up on the scene with the mixed bred, puerto rican, Spanish thang
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| I just want to make buku, everything new-new
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| Wanna do a show in Honolulu
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| Feeling like I’m talking to myself with this new truth
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| Like a nigga walking with the Bluetooth
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| I’m important to the city, riding down Jordan lane, Jordan of the city
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| Going through growing pains, growing in the city
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| One day you might pop Concords in a fitted
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| Next day, locked with the ward in the prison
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| Top floor can you hear me? |
| I’m just tryna do right by God
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| 30,000 feet up in the air I swear a young nigga feel right by God
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| I remember we was rapping through cubase, uncut like ScHoolboy Q’s face
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| Use to cover our zits with the toothpaste, airforce ones, switching up the
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| shoelace
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| Imma heal the world, Michael Jackson
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| These niggas funny, Michael Blackson
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| After a while you get tired of closed doors, time to open up
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| I heard «pysch» so much I went psychopathic!
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| And I still got big dreams, the best weed, seats plush
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| Banging that Doe B trap music, something’s banging in the trunk
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| Young nigga this the Marshall Mathers type of shit
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| I killed it dog, Michael Vick
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| I built it all, I’m like a brick
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| I didn’t own no pot to piss, was hanging on apostrophes
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| I just want to cop a 6, eliminate the competition
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| Complicate the common sense, and compilate the compliments
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| And thinking back I’m like
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| (Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swingers)
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| Conversate anonymous, and contemplate hypothesis
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| A weed smoke esophagus, an Alabama narcissist
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| Shake it like it’s Parkinson’s, I bought my car I’m marketing
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| I’m hard to miss, I’m calling on a conference of all of my accomplices
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| When niggas talking shit, I’m off the bridge, confiscate your confidence
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| And obligate the audience, and show em' buying J’s is not accomplishment!
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| Young nigga this HuntsVegas, back in middle school we was lunch takers
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| But in the rap game we the undertakers, young nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The City, artist - Translee. Album song Culture Junky, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп