City Streets
And I ain't been here in so long
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Riding through these city streets
And I ain't been here in so long
Starting to let it get to me
Certain shit is looking weird to me
And I'm riding on that lonely road you was right girl I been wrong before
And imma always be that lonely soul
Cause I'm riding on this lonely road you was right girl I been wrong before
And imma always be that lonely soul
Pyramid in mad eye
Beef with us send a mad cow
She beep beep when she passes by I'm skeet skeet when she lay in down (Okay)
Hands down I can't be touched
Sold a pound but you can't reup
You the weed man with no weed man
Stop doing whatcha doin boy you garbage as fuck
I be chopping it up
Sake and Taaka vodka improper English
Don't mean to poorly pronounce
Ion normally pour ounces of this
Keep going imma count to the six
Codeine cup with a chun li kick
Put a nigga underground that Bun B and Pimp C
Shooting to the clip is so empty, I'm faded
Completely wasted
Brain I can not locate it
Strange, comfortable, location
With a black girl that look so Asian
Make the most of my new situation
I'm reasonable how don't confuse it with patience
The keys in the door if room isn't vacant
I'm leaving that bitch under investigation
Not impressed by ignorance
See we ignore your lack of smarts
Shit on y'all by mistake and like I thought I had to fart
And I don't need no back up shorts
My shit don't stank you was asking for it
You feel this shit it's that important
Sue me see me up in court
Ramen noodles with no water
Ghetto version of some chips
I walk through the mall with a couple thousand purchase l of this shit
These niggas foul these hoes hit
Throw in the towel you broke bitch
I'll drown you and yo goldfish
Sink you like some old dishes
Wish I had two recking balls
I call them deez & nuts
Slam him up against ya house like I do skeezer cunt
I need a blunt for my stress buyers be working my nerves
Suppliers like my progression bitch I'm so wicked with the words
We do what we do we don't let nothing stop us
Pumps with the papers & illegal choppers
Keep the narcotics you looking I got it
The coppers roll up & I'm speedy Gonzales
I can't go to jail won't go to jail
You don't know it's purp cause you don't know the smell
Born to excel
BBG I'm just born to excel
And I ain't been hear in so long
I ain't been here in so long
I ain't been here in so long
Riding through these city streets
And I ain't been here in so long
Starting to let it get to me
Certain shit is looking weird to me
And I'm riding on that lonely road you was right girl I been wrong before
And imma always be that lonely soul
Cause I'm riding on this lonely road you was right girl I been wrong before
And imma always be that lonely soul