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city on lock - city girls lyrics

[intro: jt]
i’m from levy city (i’m from the bridge)
nah, b*tch, i ain’t from south beach, i raised me
b*tch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no cody (no)
i ain’t no rat, i’on know a thing my homies
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
still had to eat off that scammin’ thing

[verse 1: jt]
i know some n*ggas totin’ .40’s like they id’s
i know some b*tches gettin’ purses off of id’s (facts)
i got my city on lock and the master key (yeah)
p*ssy so good, make him say “uh”, this that master p

[chorus: lil durk, yung miami]
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co*defendant (no co*defendant)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co*defendant (no co*defendant) (uh)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: yung miami]
uh, i’m from opa*locka, home of the choppers (choppers)
city girls, summer, jt, that’s my partner (city)
i’m a dade b*tch, brown subs to the scotts (period)
lil’ pretty b*tch, but them k!llers from the lots will slide for me (doo, doo, doo)
i got some b*tches and some n*ggas that’ll bust for me (boop, boop, boop)
so don’t f*ck wit’ me
y’all bum n*ggas, caught me lackin’, hit the wagon up
now the hood lookin’ for ’em, ’bout to body bag ’em up (my n*ggas)

[chorus: lil durk]
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co*defendant (no co*defendant)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
gun slang (gun slang)
you know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
i know one thing
we from the trenches not the palm tree (yeah)
codeine (codeine)
i’m sippin’ lean for the protein
ain’t no co*defendant (no co*defendant)
slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: lil durk]
man, i came up from the bottom, that’s why i’m talkin’ cash sh*t (cash sh*t)
man, i went in my mama purse and i had got my ass kicked (got my ass kicked)
let a n*gga see his kids, you goin’ out like a sad b*tch (sad)
you look better than your kids and you got your ass did (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t be tellin’ them n*ggas i love they ass no more ’cause i don’t force it (no)
i just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it
ever since i call myself the voice, i’m startin’ to hear some voices (i’m startin’ to hear some voices )
and they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: lil durk]
i tilt my heads to real n*ggas who been real wit’ it (who been real)
i know you love the streets to death, just don’t get k!lled in it (don’t get)
i bought a crush, not for no drink, i put my pills in it (put my pills in it)
can’t n0body tell us sh*t, you gotta deal wit’ it (gun slang)

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