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