Lyrics:
Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
The Detroit motor city's my home
Motherfucker
Go Charlotte I'm so Charlotte yeah I'm so motherfucking southside
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Look look I was born in
of my castle - Koopa
Dawg, I took a shot at the dark in the industry's sharks
That's surrounded by water - Cuba
I can make a Einstein's mind feel stupa'
I'm allowed to fuck up whenever I want (pass that shit)
Whenever I want in this bitch (This the Outhouse)
Come on, yeah
(Yeah) Outsidaz
What up,
done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after
done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
knowing I'm falling for her tricks
(Huh)
I'm getting played, got my name all up in the mix
(In that)
Fake love letters she's been sending through the text
what I'm worth I know my style different
Fake it till you make it bitch that's the oldest trick
In the book
Made you look
Word Microsoft outlook
Ride wit
drinkin' Crissy from a gold cup
Flossin' my club, peepin' persons yellin' out "Chuuuch!"
Finna attract to trick politicians I'm a maintain pimpin'
You
and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars why'all
I'm from
at the trap house on livernois
Trick'n for a fix shoot'n the boy
Workin the track down in southwest
Bet you wish you never came to detroit southwest
Had
niggas pit black in this bitch strapped
foul mouth niggas get a clip full of tic-tacs (Wooooo!!!)
mr porters sick track, trick trick blat
this that, riff
Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook
I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve)
Get hit with
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
trick was convincing the
World that he didn't exist
So meet the man out the myth
The devil in the flesh hell block
Drugs zone seven six Detroit Michigan
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
ticket? It's in the pocket
While I'm high, while im on top
While I'm living, while im survivin
While I'm even able to say "while I"
(Chorus)
[Tre]
Detroit
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
tell you I'll be back as soon as I can
Now I'm in your bedroom, watching you sleep
I'm about to make these dreams
Last forever
Next time I say trick
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