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letra de city on lock - king jawaun

[intro: king jawaun]

hey, hey, hey
(got the city on lock and we make the fakes stop)
(city on lock and we make the fakes stop)
(got the city on lock and we make the fakes stop)
(do what we do, got the city on lock)
(do what we do, got the city on lock)
(do what we do, got the city on lock)
(do what we do, got the city on lock)
yo, lemme tell ‘ya sumn, the king comin’ in that urus with keke with the straps and stuff
(laughter)
ayo, you ready? uh, uh
(laughter)
rrrrrr

[verse 1: king jawaun]

pull up with the straps, no caps
and them dudes be runnin’ like tracks with laps
and they know i got the gaps from thеm
and we bust heads open whеn we choke ‘em, but we ain’t got no paps
and i always bury them, not halle from b.a.p.s
it’s always facts when i say it’s suicide when i snap
all up in ‘ya dude when we back up in the room
then ‘ya can’t find me on the map when i dip
dang, this ain’t what it really had to be
this girl unfollowed us, it must be her animosity
keep my foot on ‘ya heads ‘til the ground painted red
yes, i’m talkin’ ‘bout when ‘ya head bleed
when these dudes deceased, get beat, or ‘ya bow to my feet
you see the smirk in my cheeks or maybe see the white t–th
got my neck wrapped in chains and it’s spellin’, “i’m insane”
and the other one states, “i’m the king in these streets”
i try to play nice and show that i’m the best in here
got the best straps so we never test the gear
pull up, the scent is sayin’, “we all scared in here”
my rhymes make ‘ya go crazy, they all scared to hear
now, what can you dudes really do?
y’all all depressed ‘cause ‘ya dudes really through, whew
can’t get the drip with canoes, ain’t got no clue ‘bout the brands on my shoe, whew
it’s too much banks for you, can’t hold the weight of my giuseppe shoes, ooh
alexander bags on me too and that “s” say plural, so i bag more than two, ouu!
[hook: king jawaun]

all the shooters gon’ hit ‘em up and leave their body in the rocks
i will call you drop dead when i chop off heads, and i watch ‘ya body drop
we ain’t lettin’ dudes in unless the hunnids on the top
i told ‘em we ain’t playin’ games, we got the city on lock

[verse 2: king jawaun]

yeah! your head got ‘ya floor in a flood
and you see on ‘ya mirror, my name in ‘ya blood
flow sicker than spongebob with the suds
but i can still pull out the straps like a stud
cupcake dudes think they poppin’ like gum
but the gag really is we never heard of you suh
they ain’t got no jobs, so they findin’ how to rob
like cupcakke, we smakin’ dudes in the face like tyson
dudes really bitin’ ‘cause they weren’t invited
mad at me when your raps ain’t exciting
had to come back and show ‘em who about it
too many dudes poppin’ out sayin’ they writin’
raps ain’t even top tier and if you feel hit, just gon’ get to writin’
then at the end y’all gon’ know that i’m right when-
i say ain’t n0body next to my right and-
look! dudes dissin’ as if they’ll have a career left
when i blow ‘ya off the map and it’s no remains left
you can call me two-faced, i guess if that helps
but my only two faces shows me nice and when you gettin’ put to death (rrr)
hardest rapper in mactown, i’ll run all y’all outta bounds
no competition in my lane is found, ‘cause the only thing is found is their bodies layin’ down
y’all all rookies, thinkin’ y’all the hottest thing?
i been doin’ this, all these years i been callin’ myself the king
[hook: king jawaun]

[bridge: king jawaun]

dudes on blast, dudes can never get pass, smoke ‘ya when we pull up with the gas
guards on lock in my grass, straps downpacked, blowin’ off any evidence
of bums tryna come near to my throne, and blowin’ off whoever next
you don’t ever want me to come out and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout admitting that i like the same s-x, uh

[outro: king jawaun]

(do what we do, got the city on lock)
(do what we do, got the city on lock), aye
(do what we do, got the city on lock), uh
(do what we do, got the city on lock), yo

- king jawaun

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