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letra de city on my back - lilcj kasino

[hook]
feel good when you thumb through the hundreds i wake up everyday and go get it
stay fresh for these b-tches stay pressing on n-gg-s this glock on me hold a whole 50
f-ck on her then you can have your b-tch back
bust on her you take her home and kiss that
no i don’t know you f-ck n-gg- get back
want me to walk through then send me the racks
grab my hood and put that b-tch on my back
grab my city boy that b-tch on my back
grab texas put that b-tch on my back
grab that choppa put that b-tch on my back
grab my hood and put that b-tch on my back
grab my city boy that b-tch on my back
grab texas put that b-tch on my back
grab that choppa put that b-tch on my back

[verse 1]
its 908 gorillas gripping choppas young n-gg- trappin in the jungle d-mn
f-ck on your b-tch pull up on her
my pockets cheesy like lasagna
whole gang full of bosses no runners
call gang if you cross you go under
you know my ot gone shoot like the thunder
call me the goat b-tch i ball like the mamba
never i f-ck with everybody f-ck with me
otf and bcg they go hard for me
houston with the hammer n-body touchin me
i’m from the 3 and them gorillas corrupted me
come a get your b-tch n-gg- n-body want her she f-cked the whole gang for a lil marijuana
and we stealing stain leaving brains on the corner
cali bud n-gg- that’s my aroma
f-ck any n-gg- that hate on the squad
tellin my sell out lilcj go hard
too many thookas the f-ck is a card
moon rock got me cool with the stars
woods only we don’t do the cigars
double cup me b-tch i’m sippin on oil
f-ck on your freak in the back of your car
bust on her teeth and you kissin her aahh!

[verse 2]
me and these rap n-gg-s not the same
we don’t hit licks b-tch we hit a stain
pour up a deuce to get rid of pain
in traffic in a coupe that ain’t got no brain
you ain’t gone shoot boy you a gripping shame
you makin moves you make news if you try to gang
i keep it bool but these lil n-gg-s testin me
we got the juice no you can’t get the recipe
we got good drugs [?]
call my young demon he gone leave you wet for me
everybody round me gone make bullets fetch for me
come down in your town you better have that tech for me aye
hood fame big gucci gang we the new wave
ball with the 30 on my back like d wade
flossy go f-ck up the mall everyday
he salty i f-cked his b-tch all in her face
lame -ss n-gg- come [?]
stain gang gone stink up your bando
pop one drop one that’s a man go
see a op once we gone bust better lay it low
my city got me so that b-tch on my back
me and cally still pushin that pack
if it was you you would’ve squealed fast
these n-gg-s broke and we got real racks

- lilcj kasino

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