Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City of Sin, artist - Young Chris. Date of issue: 01.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
City of Sin |
| Hater close your eyes now, picture me rollin |
| My paper thick, my bitch is swollen |
| Not cause I hit her, I mean she holdin' |
| Hit 'em with this explosion |
| Lift her, slam her, I’m Hulk Hogan |
| Handing out all these headaches |
| Need a million ibuprofen |
| Blondy and brunette pokin' |
| A beetle and they can open |
| They weeded and might be holdin' |
| Don’t feel the a raft of the slum |
| Ain’t no jokes in this game |
| Fuck you laughing at son |
| The man that’s behind my cult |
| Been lifting up every tree |
| Thank heavens for my results |
| This is for heavy D |
| This is my brighter side, rocks get of the LAD |
| Carmelo to NYK, Blake Griffin to LAC |
| You niggas fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule |
| I tell your mama you ain’t shit, put the clip on YouTube |
| On that «Ravishing"Rick Rude, a pile of karats sick jewels |
| I’ve been sick since 16, they sleepin on they fools |
| Come around where we lay |
| You’ll see just what we say |
| We sin &we pray |
| And hope that shit be ok |
| I get that dough everyday |
| Grab all the weed out the tray |
| Roll my troubles away |
| Smoking my troubles away |
| Out here, we die every day |
| It feels like violence the way |
| Them nigga hungry as hell |
| And got they eye on the pay |
| I never mind what they say |
| Pop the fuckin rozay |
| And drink my troubles away |
| Drink my troubles away |
| (Drink my troubles away) |
| I talk that shit, yes I do |
| You know my wrist is sky blue |
| Married the block said I do |
| Time to celebrate with my crew |
| Seven deep sort of cannon |
| It’s gotta take a part too |
| Yellow caution the block |
| Make sure they tape 'em out too |
| Any dealings we making my niggas waiting out too |
| No ain’t no need for no rushing |
| Let’s count that paper out too |
| Chillin down in Miami, bitches fuck on the yacht |
| You niggas stalkin' my instagram pictures up on the block |
| Mad as fuck I can tell, greenest stuff on some shelf |
| But if I hit 'em them pussies, I know the suckers would tell |
| I’m a menace out here, I’m a product of blocks |
| And the hate don’t amount, I gets alot of that guap |
| Nice resort on the hills, quarter mill for the wheel |
| You keep on holla at choppers you better get you some sheild |
| I’m a problem I promise, vacate down in the Thomas |
| Smoking down in the islands my money growing, empower |
| I used to dream of these profits |
| Same time they feenin to cop it |
| My presence big as a building |
| I put your team in my pocket |
| I’m a bong your wife |
| She takes my semen and swap it |
| Them vixens come with a victor |
| I’m like a king on that topic |
| I do this everywhere |
| In/out the town, the P’s and the tropics |
| We leave a mess and go |
| Chocolate and whip cream when I popped it |
| I stick my chest out to the rift |
| Soon as you catch up, they switch |
| Chrome and metal burn rubber |
| I wood grained decked up the 6 |
| Fuck you hatin ass niggas |
| And you hatin ass hoes |
| We ain’t in the same bracket |
| So don’t debate on our flows |
| 'Cause I’m so motherfucking high |
| I can touch the sky |
| You have just been outshined |
| By someone that doesn’t try |
| I’m getting red I ain’t got to lift a leg |
| Lift a thumb 20k in ones make the strippers beg |
| Fly, I have to go last, let us see all you niggas dead |
| Torn is for the lessons, count my blessings before I hit the bed |