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letra de city mad - yg

[intro]
lord help me father
protect me from all enemies all evil all together
i promise on bloods

[hook: yg]
right now my city mad
everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad
d-mn i got get this cash
gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
got [redacted] so sad
caught him with his kids still took what he had
right now my city mad
everybody tryna get it but don’t know where it’s at

[verse 1: yg]
all the finessers gone hate me
but y’all better watch out for that karo in that lean
y’all better watch out for them fake blues
if that m-30 ain’t dotted up that ain’t true
the city mad cause everybody ain’t got it
you do what you want when you poppin’
but everybody ain’t popping’
i’m like the only one out the city dropping
so they gotta f-ck with me, they ain’t got an option
and i know n-gg-s hate that
i got this far i wasn’t supposed to make it
moving like a boss with n-gg-s i knew from way back
gun case, for a check i got someone to take that
known fact, don’t get caught without the ham’
cause they’ll leave your body shots on instagram
the nineteen-nineties all the crips was poppin’
but now the damus got it

[verse 2: mozzy]
yeah, off the dribble, free hundred shot immegiately
he’ll do a hundred sh-lls on a weekly, easy
i’m a sleazeball when it get greasy
kick the yadadamean? that’s for sheezy
ha? n-gg-s mad about the yg collab
if it’s funky then it’s spunky
so when you see me it’s stacked
grind hard and fall asleep in the trap
trynna put my n-gg-s on and we gon’ leave it at that
pull up come f-ck with the mozzy
if blood brain-dead that’s considered a body
paypal jaypay, n-gg-s is charlie
if i told you that i got him, i got him, shit ain’t nothin’
been patrolling the circ-mference since a youngin
it’s embedded in me, i’m thuggin’ baby i love it
i’ve witnessed some shit that you couldn’t stomach
the substance that i’m kissing the only way i can function

[verse 3: slim400]
it’s murder murder had to talk about this four-hundred
pay-off’s been dead, so my real n-gg-‘s been mad
b-tches take it call, been take this cash
down for whatever so this rapping shit my back
wiggle off, really slide when it’s war n-gg-
all my life was in the pen take that store n-gg-
d-mn this shit is sad, these b-tch n-gg-s making it
snitch n-gg-s faking it, us real n-gg-s have pathed his way
if i don’t see your hand when i’m talking i don’t feel this
wild, robbed the stash, on my daughter i can get it
yeah i’m bracking, little bit, ’bout my money i ain’t stopping
yeah i’m slim to get it poppin’ yeah
f-ck y’all n-gg-s, got no love for y’all n-gg-s
clear your mind, ain’t no trust with y’all n-gg-s
i fall back, get to bus at y’all n-gg-s
i get this paper, can’t be bad
four-hundred from the block
and this bompton shit n-gg-
i never stop, four-block

- yg

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