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letra de yea i know - city spud

[pre-chorus: nelly]
my jeans fresh from the cleaners, mane
fitted pocket, pull the chain
(d-mn, boy, you clean)
you ain’t gotta tell me this

[chorus: nelly]
yeah i know, yeah i know
yeah i know, yeah i know
who you looking for?
the derrty right here
30 inches on my old school
24’s is old news (and you riding smooth?)
you ain’t gotta tell me this
yeah i know, yeah i know
yeah i know, yeah i know
i know y’all n-ggas can’t stand me
i can barely stand my d-mn self
who you looking for?
who you, who you looking for?
who you looking for?
the derrty right here

[verse 1: ali]
six right now, cross back, fifteen, honda seat
h-ll yeah, mine bond, strip dub on beef
bowling ball pay, thirty inches on my feet
30’s on the truck, this ain’t no truck, this sucker free
classic in this boss, rеal boss, speed off
here i go, make it floss, еighty-four, call it moss
all this floss imported, fall out knowledge, jeans to jordans
came thirty n-ggas to me, ’cause my hood is so important
my derrty just came home, he have four but he did three
hbo, say he cool just as long he with me
posted in the vip, brand new from head to toe
(d-mn, boy, you clean)
ma, you ain’t gotta tell me
[pre-chorus: nelly]
my jeans fresh from the cleaners, mane
fitted pocket, pull the chain
(d-mn, boy, you clean)
you ain’t gotta tell me this

[verse 2: city spud]
uh, ayo, i’m c-i-t-y, old school levi
new school feel like pimpin’ since i mean why
the s-p-u-d, old school cuddy
new school money, your girl’s best buddy and yup
she wanna f-ck me and it’s just because my dug ice
it’s the polo rug-by, check the polo rug-by
the gleam on the wrist so mean plus it’s chunk ice
you should see it in the lights, the zippy lookin’ lovely
i’m fresh out the pen, whippin’ in the benz
you see it changing colors, i’ma make it change again
i made it through the left sh-t, i’m bangin’ up my rims
i’m tryna f-ck with him, i’m tryna f-ck with them
[pre-chorus: nelly]
my jeans fresh from the cleaners, mane
fitted pocket, pull the chain
(d-mn, boy, you clean)
you ain’t gotta tell me this

[verse 3: kyjuan]
how y’all gon’ say y’all lookin’ for me? lime green ain’t hard to find
check behind that red rope, there i is, sippin’ wine
chief in on that welcome pine, combine with something fine
i know it’s not my party, but i seen i’m still to shine
i do this without trying, yeah, right, okay, i’m lying
i wore this on purpose, i love the wind every time
i’m fly every time, color phone every time
i spent every dime that meet kyjuan-derful every time
it’s hard to be me, bro, my pockets be too swole
that’s why when y’all be seeing me, i want like my knees broke
i dress on my peephole, the st. louis peepshow
i know my chain culture, look at my feet though
[verse 4: murphy lee]
i’m talkin’ sixteens better than, who him? (all y’all)
too much like us, that’s your first downfall
we on the get it, missus, starts the true religion
murph say these new edition, hat c-cked, groups missing
you see me everywhere; head, wrist, license plate
didn’t have a logo, so f-ck it, i used my own face
cold like the wintertime, hungry like dinnertime
you ain’t gotta like him, but, sh-t, she can call me anytime
meet you at the finish line, lookin’ like a winner
st. louis sinner, i stand out like a sinner
sixteen hard five, nine got bodied
two much for my d-mn self, ass getting bodied

- city spud

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