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letra de city hot pt. 2 - bizzy banks

[intro: leeky g bando]
yoz, what you telling me?
uh, when i get in my freestyle mode (g bando jordan)
uh, like
when i feel in my mixtape mode

[pre-chorus: leeky g bando]
know them structure n-ggas got the city hot, uh
pull up on any block, uh, like
and we still got them gla’s switching lanes
they ain’t believe when i say that we up next, uh
know them n-ggas upset, uh, like
’cause my n-ggas came to takeover the game

[chorus: bizzy banks]
i make the city hot in this b-tch, uh
we keep the pistol c-cked, we on any block in this b-tch
we make ’em milly rockin’ and sh-t
we let the semi pop, luv gon’ send a shot, if he moving wock in this b-tch
357, baby don’t trip
oh, he trust demon? no he won’t miss
i tell my shooters start sliding (sliding)
if they multiplying, then we gon’ divide ’em
take out they plug, the one who providing
big dog, i do the deciding
that n-gga p-ssy, he need some guidance, like
i know he ain’t riding
only get low when i hear them sirens
if i get caught, then i’m staying silent, like
[verse: leeky g bando]
and they fed to me, uh
they don’t care for me no more
ask me, “bando, baby, why you ballin’ out?”
dubai ain’t here with me no more
that’s why i be in louis v everyday
bizzy say we wearing gucci like it’s j’s
mike amiri jeans, cartier shades
shawty used to dub me, now she in my face
i was ballin’ like my n-gga blaze
i done f-cked around, caught a case
tell ’em don’t f-ck around, uh
i’d still shoot a n-gga in his face
see i got on louis v, so she choosing me, uh
she think i’m a stain
but i got the glock, keep it on my waist
shawty, don’t get shot for a blue face

[bridge: leeky g bando]
shawty, don’t get shot for these blue faces, uh
grinding to the top, tryna dodge the hatred, uh, like
they got the cops tryna build a trace
finna bond out on the case
where a new opp? get ’em out the way
and we still poppin’ rosé cases
[chorus: bizzy banks]
i make the city hot in this b-tch, uh
we keep the pistol c-cked, we on any block in this b-tch
we make ’em milly rockin’ and sh-t
we let the semi pop, luv gon’ send a shot, if he moving wock in this b-tch
357, baby don’t trip
oh, he trust demon? no he won’t miss
i tell my shooters start sliding (sliding)
if they multiplying, then we gon’ divide ’em
take out they plug, the one who providing
big dog, i do the deciding
that n-gga p-ssy, he need some guidance, like
i know he ain’t riding
only get low when i hear them sirens
if i get caught, then i’m staying silent, like

- bizzy banks

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