King InThe City
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King in the city bitch You know that we got mob ties My niggas move around with swiftness Like a combine Sliding round the city back to back Buddy want the scat All the Brodie's we gone mix n match foreign cars That's no cap These lil peaons know what's up with me Ain't no touching me return to sender How we coming g Real trench starts rich rolling thoinky stuffed with oinky size A nigga eye Any nigga think it's sweet wit me we send him to the sky We get him too off We turned his lights off His outlet wasn't working right we sprayed that boy like lysol Aggressive how we coming cuz we ain't never get no help Out the mud we had to pull up out our fuckin self F*ck a trophy on the self I want M's on the shelf We all my guys that's locked down niggas sitting on a shelf Shit a go right but it always go left I cook that dope up like a chef Hope I don't get flagged by the reds yea.
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