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letra de city on lock - city girls

[intro: jt]
i’m from levy city (i’m from the bridge)
nah, b-tch, i ain’t from south beach, i raised me
b-tch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no cody (no)
i ain’t no rat, i’on know a thing my homies
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
still had to eat off that scammin’ thing

[verse 1: jt]
i know some n-ggas totin’ .40’s like they id’s
i know some b-tches gettin’ purses off of id’s (facts)
i got my city on lock and the master key (yeah)
p-ssy so good, make him say “uh”, this that master p

[chorus: lil durk, yung miami]
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co-defendant (no co-defendant) (uh)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: yung miami]
uh, i’m from opa-locka, home of the choppers (choppers)
city girls, summer, jt, that’s my partner (city)
i’m a dade b-tch, brown subs to the scotts (period)
lil’ pretty b-tch, but them k!llers from the lots will slide for me (doo, doo, doo)
i got some b-tches and some n-ggas that’ll bust for me (boop, boop, boop)
so don’t f-ck wit’ me
y’all bum n-ggas, caught me lackin’, hit the wagon up
now the hood lookin’ for ’em, ’bout to body bag ’em up (my n-ggas)

[chorus: lil durk]
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: lil durk]
man, i came up from the bottom, that’s why i’m talkin’ cash sh-t (cash sh-t)
man, i went in my mama purse and i had got my ass kicked (got my ass kicked)
let a n-gga see his kids, you goin’ out like a sad b-tch (sad)
you look better than your kids and you got your ass did (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t be tellin’ them n-ggas i love they ass no more ’cause i don’t force it (no)
i just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it
ever since i call myself the voice, i’m startin’ to hear some voices (i’m startin’ to hear some voices )
and they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: lil durk]
i tilt my heads to real n-ggas who been real wit’ it (who been real)
i know you love the streets to death, just don’t get k!lled in it (don’t get)
i bought a crush, not for no drink, i put my pills in it (put my pills in it)
can’t n0body tell us sh-t, you gotta deal wit’ it (gun slang)

- city girls

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