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letra de my city - tyler gary

[verse 1: tyler]
san francisco, b-tch you know the zip code
i need a glad bag full of green, thats that zip code
we at delores park, grab a 40 where the sparks at?
born in ’91 my doctor don’t know where my hearts at
now these b-tches poor they wishes & riches hoping i’ll change
that’ll be the same day the alphabet rearranges
never on that lame sh-t
my game froze i can’t quit
you can find me on the bay bridge
smokin on like 8 spliffs
(why you smokin spliffs)
thats what everybody askin
cause my b-tch is european
f-ck you know about the fashion
in that pasarella death squad
yeah a n-gga wavy
model mouths are open wide
so i just fill em up with babies (uh)
gnarly, got a lil in her eye like carly
got girl to the right & the left & the front of me
like i’m mike larry, sorry for the inconvenience
she tippin on my p-n-s
give me brain on every day
so now i’m feeling like a g*nius in…

[hook 1: tyler]

my city, my city city, my f-ckin city
in my city, we do it big never itty bitty
the committee gettin sh-tty
its super you know we do it huh
city gettin sh-tty its super you know we do it huh?

[verse 2: tyler]
oh you like that verse, heres another one
my flow too hot, like another sun
my sk!ll so great, when i met your mom
she wish she had her another son (burn)
shut your mouth, wait your turn
b-tch this ain’t no spoken word
you snap a thumb i snap a neck
now thats a noise you never heard..
a noise you never heard
if hoes were sheep i’d have a herd
i grew up in the bay
so you know i was slappin “thats my word”
now i’m grown and blowin purp
with ya b-tch she loves flirt
i wasn’t makin soda when i told ya i can make her squirt
(sfx) make her squirt (sfx) make her squirt
i wasn’t makin soda when i told ya i can make her squirt
give a f-ck if ya feelings hurt
her choice was sweet, she can pick dessert
i hope you learned a lesson
just cause you wifed her don’t mean the b-tch won’t flirt

[hook 2]
flirt (x7)
thats how it goes in my city
my city city my f-ckin city
in my city they f-ckin wit me
so listen to me..

[verse 3: tyler]
born in raised in cali
they thinking that i’m from illinois
i ask them why they think it
they say that i make that illa noise
all white ride, vanilla toy
tell your girlfriend to avoid me
hypnotize that -ss
i’m like a candle all she do is blow me
slowly in the backseat
excessive is her -ss cheeks
you slippin if you think she’s my new b-tch
because she’s last weeks
this hash weak so roll a blunt
at ocean beach we lack a sun
in the tenderloin they clacking guns
ball so hard (you better run)
f-ck your situation
i demonstrate that i’m dope as a sofa king
but you know this
i’m the one they always notice
if i was a car i’d be a focus
hocus pocus where’d the roof go?
b-tches want my baby but it ain’t the movie juno in my city

[hook 3:
my f-ckin city, my city
yeaaaah, my mother f-ckin city
in my city they f-ckin with me
we gettin sh-tty in my city
my city city, my f-ckin city

- tyler gary

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