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letra de city of sin - fucktwelve

(intro)
i got some dough and i got a zip
i got my pole and i got my stick
i’m moving slow cuz i’m high as a b-tch
i be smoking zaza they high off the mid

“aye, yeah yeah, han ,f-cktwelve han han, bombing han ,we bombing bombing, we bombing”

(hook)
i got some dough and i got a zip
i got my pole and i got a stick

i’m moving slow cuz i’m high as a b-tch
i be smoking zaza they high off the mid

i’m in my bag yeah i’m tired as sh-t
but you know i won’t stop because i gotta win

i’m getting lit in city of sin
i’m ball on n-ggas like i’m at rim

that n-gga cap i’m not f-cking with him yeah
i be wit da the reaper we making sh-t grim

i just might spin thru his block with a grin
i just might run off on him and his friends
show me where the money cause i need the back end
i’ll pull up on a n-gga with a f-cking mac ten
moonwalk on these n-ggas while i’m counting jackson’s
while these n-ggas on they ass ima make it happen

(verse)
when it go down like a yo-yo
yeah his white tee gon turn rojo uhh uhh

white b-tch she play with the coco
i’m rolling up while i blow smoke uhh uhh

pretty b-tch wanna take a photo
sorry but girl that’s a no no uhh uhh

yeah my heart cold like a snow cone
i smoke on gas like sunoco uhh uhh

f-ck like one mill i need ocho
my pockets fat just like chocho uhh uhh

i’m going crazy… loco
i can’t f-ck with these bozos uhh uhh

she wanna f-ck in the lolo
i f-ck her fast then go slo mo uhh uhh
if he want beef then let’s gogo
you could get cooked like risotto uhh uhh

i move around cuz they shifty ,miss me…
i don’t playboi like iggy
that n-gga p-ssy… icky… kitty.. and i heard he be with mickey

that’s why i can f-ck with too many that’s right i can’t f-ck too many (yeah yeah)
she said i’m so pretty like ricky, but she ain’t know i had my bl!cky
(yeah yeah)

24/7 this the get back
22-3 gonna blow a n-gga sh-t back
lil n-gga you dont really live that
p-ss a n-gga off you gonna end up with a sh-t bag

pack in mail like a nick nack
no you cannot get a nick bag yeah (no no)
n-ggas be talking riff raff p-ssy can i d-ck back

you got your drip out a gift bag
boy you so broke you needs get racks (broke boy!)
n-ggas be calling cops , so i speed away while they dispatch (sort sort)
watch how i’m never gon get scratched
i got pink and blue money yeah it’s mismatch
n-ggas hate so they talk behind his back
don’t give a f-ck what they say cause i did that
(hook)
i got some dough and i got a zip
i got my pole and i got my stick

i’m moving slow cuz i’m high as a b-tch
i be smoking zaza they high off the mid

i’m in my bag yeah i’m tired as sh-t
but you know i won’t stop because i gotta win

i’m getting lit in city of sin
i’m ball on n-ggas like i’m at rim

that n-gga cap i’m not f-cking with him yeah
i be wit da the reaper we making sh-t grim

i just might spin thru his block with a grin
i just might run off on him and his friends

show me where the money cause i need the back end
i’ll pull up on a n-gga with a f-cking mac ten
moonwalk on these n-ggas while i’m counting jackson’s
while these n-ggas on they ass ima make it happen

- fucktwelve

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