strictlyforthecity (intro) - dj tay b. lyrics
i want to welcome y’all
to strictly for the city
and right now i’m in here with one of the hottest rappers from the city
big bandz
talk to em
yea
tay bandz
b*tch what the f*ck is you sayin
uhh
i know these n*ggas gone hate on a n*gga so just give ’em sum to hate bout
new fit with all of my chains out
knowing these hoes gone be talking that sh*t and still suck on my d*ck with the same mouth
watch me and lil kaleb meet up at the top but b*tch we ain’t taking the same route
but i’m on the same route to ya b*tch house
born on the east in the 870
remember them days on the nawf in jo
i f*ck with my city through all the problems we been facing but bodies keep hitting the flo
why bodies keeping dropping, when he get a gun
why bro nem ain’t rockin, this sh*t ain’t no fun
funny when n*ggas would switch on the cl!ck for the cash
sh*t ain’t real sh*t sad
but that’s how it be, you just gotta keep sh*t g
my big brudda gone through up the c, my lil brudda gone throw up the b
ya hoe got my tape on repeat
f*cked ya ho while i’m bumpin 3 peat
he see all this cheese on me now he want beef
but if he run up bro gone season his meat
i been balling on the n*ggas like i’m luka
money so d*mn long i might go and buy a ruler
free my n*gga b00bie f*ck the m*th*f*ckin trooper
dreaming bout that cash call me big bandz martin luther
they call me tay bandz but you knew that
the rent for ya crib yeah i blew that
these n*ggas be throwing shade like some b*tches
i’m like d*mn where they do that
chains on like a pitbull
wrist wetter than a swim pool
she want a n*gga to teach ha a lesson
i told her step off in my class room
i hit from back in the bathroom
she suck me good like a vacuum
she gave me brain early in morning
might bring the b*tch back for night school
i’m drinkin’ this soda it ain’t no regular
need a refill call my plug on his cellular
these n*ggas fake wwe wrestler
play you get touched hope you got obama care
ion beef where the cash at
diamonds bright where the flash at
n*ggas go broke while tryna look rich
betchu yeen even catch that
yo hoe texting my phone yeah i read that
call yo hoe like waddup where the head at
pull up f*ck on ya hoe n*gga what you gone do
i’ma big dog, you a scary cat
ahhh
uh strictly for my city
yea yea this strictly for the city
uh uh all my n*ggas with me
uh yea this strictly for the city
from the 870
to the 501
ain’t n0body puttin it down like dj tay b
ahaa hahaha
and this just the mfn intro
yea
yea
yea
b*tch
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