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letra de wide body - city james

wide body by city james lyrics

[intro]
n-ggas say they heard of me
[chorus]
wide-body swervin’
just like a suburban do
n-ggas say they run the city
we ain’t never heard of you
better come clean, turn your white tee burgundy
the truth is, the truth is, the truth is, the truth is
wide-body swervin’
just like a suburban do
n-ggas say they run the city
we ain’t never heard of you
better come clean, turn your white tee burgundy
the truth is, the truth is, the truth is, the truth is

[verse 1]
i might slide in a tank
just to mob to the bank
it’s mo’ diffеrent when it’s dank
if you sniff it, bet it stank
only l!ck it if it’s pink and it’s drippin’ likе it’s paint
give a f-ck what n-ggas think
who give a f-ck what n-ggas think?
brand-new big body, remind me of an excursion
mind a bugatti but money tight as a virgin
d-ck up in my pockets
the lint and cents is conversin’
so i’m gettin’ at the money like i’m emailin’ a person
ayy, if this sh-t was written, it’s in cursive
possessed by a demon, how i’m spewin’ in these verses
hundred mile an hour down a highway
i’m reversin’
professional, how i do it, no rehearsin’
now i’m swervin’
fresher than detergent
head on the freeway so i’m havin’ trouble mergin’
[chorus]
wide-body swervin’
just like a suburban do
n-ggas say they run the city
we ain’t never heard of you
better come clean, turn your white tee burgundy
the truth is, the truth is, the truth is, the truth is
wide-body swervin’
just like a suburban do
n-ggas say they run the city
we ain’t never heard of you
better come clean, turn your white tee burgundy
the truth is, the truth is, the truth is, the truth is

[verse 2]
look—
honest to god, n-gga
i’m the type that’s gon’ ride with you
my baby’s uncles got her
if i happen to die with you
ain’t no one-on-ones
if you chunk it up, i’m fightin’ with you
off the curb or out the trunk, my n-gga
that’s how i’m gettin’ it
i need my fetty, please
ain’t even my city
in these streets, i’m tryna make ’em bleed
screamin’ “f-ck the cops”—oops—
and love to all my fallen g’s
(godd-mn—f-ck—hold on)
ayo, pardon me
mama keep on callin’
i can’t answer
i break her heart ’cause her voice won’t stop me from gettin’ active
i’m packin’, my n-gga
ever since i learned who was lurkin’
they lackin’
my tactics of gettin’ past it is savage
if nice guys finish last
in the traffic, i’m blastin’
[chorus]
wide-body swervin’
just like a suburban do
n-ggas say they run the city
we ain’t never heard of you
better come clean, turn your white tee burgundy
the truth is, the truth is, the truth is, the truth is
wide-body swervin’
just like a suburban do
n-ggas say they run the city
we ain’t never heard of you
better come clean, turn your white tee burgundy
the truth is, the truth is, the truth is, the truth is

- city james

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