Lyrics:
Candy paint sleigh
With an all gold trim
Fuzzy red hat
With an all white brim
Flyin’ through your city
Presents dropping
Christmas in the air
Jingle
hear the title Leave The City?
(Leave The City?)
That's the title of the album
(Uh, it makes me wanna drive)
Yeah?
(It makes me like, wanna like get in
to run the corner like a jet sweep
Talkin' all Coca-Cola no Pepsi
All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet
Better half of the whole, I thought you should know.
I'm tarnished silver, you're my rose gold.
The city sidewalks empty and I could care less either
of gold
Find her in your city
Looking all so pretty
She can hook you up with that Jheri curl
Leave you wet messy and drippy
She's a season professional
in all black Versace clothes
But the Rolex Daytona's rose gold
I wanna pull up in Ferrari UFOs
I don't feel like I got time for these hoes
Who the fuck
mix tape I don't wanna feature
Couldn't give a shit about your album either
I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, no
You ain't been to a show
album it's obvious you sold
I'm on some shit
Running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back
Take us to where we never been
I'm just in
Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
to run the corner like a jet sweep
Talkin' all Coca-Cola no Pepsi
All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet
can stand by
All these people hating me
And I cannot understand why
Dope shit line up (Woah)
Gold tips line up (Yeah)
Grown shit line up
I been on my
as you staying by me
When all yo feelings leaking out
That's the same sht I've been peepin out
Got game from it but it creeps you out
I want a gold
Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be
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Title: U Down?
Hook
(extend by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin
My friend Travis said "Hear this fact loud and true
A song ain't the same just 'cause it shares a name with Ledoux
From vibrant blues to country gold
This shit sound like 007 on N64 and shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
James
Gold all in my chain,
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Starved for days with sentimental fangs oh let me hear you
Lost City of Gold
Lost City of Gold
Lost City of Gold
Found my Way
Found my way
Found my way
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought
niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought
compared to you I'm the opposite no hip-hop
Concept. I ain't hip-hop, judged by your standard
Oh, my shit ain't gangsta, oh, i have an accent no gold chain
quit, they love me
Before dawn, till I OD
I know you are not coming
This city gets dark
My heart's getting damaged
By you and I love this
Three hours till
einer ausleihen
Talkin' about the summertime (hey)
Was los in den Clubs, was los?
Where everybody has a good time (whoa)
Mein Zuhause, meine City
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
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