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my city - h-b fox lyrics

[intro]
aye, aye
yuh
baow
v.roy gang, man
rip bro, man
steve*o drive, b*tch
grrah

[chorus: h*b fox]
i’m puttin’ on for my city, i’m him (uh*huh)
glock too hot, hit that boy out his tims (baow)
too many opps, put the beam on the d*ck (grrah*grrah)
f*ck a real n*gga challenge, let’s see who put on (o’block)
slide in suburbans, just know i go dumb (i go dumb)
kirah a blunt, tell her pick up the phone
and i know tooka mad he couldn’t go to that sto’ (go to that sto’)

[verse: h*b fox]
put two t’s in my spliff, hit the chrome
slide to his block, he ain’t makin’ it home, how many opp n*ggas dissin’ on von
if i see me a ebt n*gga, get gone
creepin’ on opps, tryna see what they on
poppie got popped, i don’t care if he gone
n*ggas ain’t like that, come spin through the o
it’s real life laser tag, put the beam on his dome
051 screaming melly, for what? 25 hollows put him in his place
me and thе bro’s tryna spray em’, no mace
i catch a bd, get lеft where he stay
now, let me speak up and just tell y’all the facts
r.i.p duck, should’ve never done quack
rest in peace stevo, for him, we gon’ throw
pull up on me, should’ve thought second times
i’m bringin’ the south to the east, let’s get down
n*ggas gon’ 1v1 me? a’ight bet
ask about (*), that n*gga got left, the pole always on me, just know that i step
p*ssy boy dissin’, don’t claim what he rep (boom*boom)
[verse 2: dqfrmdao]
fox, he stay wit’ me, flock through his kidney
hollows got speed, so don’t try to outrun em’
i be goin’ odee, that sh*t for perry
i got 6 and 800 on speed dial, n*ggas gon’ pull up, throw shots out the bently
these n*ggas dissin’ on von, but they know who we smokin’ on
f*ck a glock, this a ak i’m totin’ on
terry a b*tch, now we all roll him separately
met a bad b*tch at the ‘dega, she belly me
me and lil’ mo got the same type of energy, ball through j*city, on god, he the mini me (on god)
i be on my villain sh*t, i cannot raise the bible
my n*ggas on my side, we chiraq k!llers, earned the title
i murked a n*gga yesterday, the medics couldn’t revive him
d*money got my throat burning, i’m on that block, we slidin’
the last n*gga was lackin’ on that sidewalk, so i shot em’
these p*ssy ass n*ggas tryna say that they be wildin’
aye, memo, we caught a mickey cobra n*gga slippin’
hit me up like i’m ya’ plug, punch in them digits

[interlude: memo600]
mama where craig at?
you seen craig and smokey and them?
i thought they were over there

[verse 3: memo600]
sliding through my city (p*ssy)
i bet you ain’t gon’ make it out (okay)
choppa go “grrat*grrat”, that’s the sh*t that boomed boom (boom*boom)
roll a joint of dead opps, i heard that n*ggas spinnin’ through
they cop a bl!ck, and never use it, why the f*ck would you cop then?
and fbg keep fallin’, tell them n*ggas to lock in
they know i really slide for von, i mean, his name in my tattoo
don’t try to run down, the ar got extended clips
flash the ak*47, load it up with hollow tips
she want louie v, but i cannot spend money on a b*tch
carry ’round that draco, guns gon’ team like lilo and stitch
dq, pass the strap, i see lil’ b*tta walkin’ down that block
n*ggas tryna pass us, but y’all know we keep the o on top
heard the opps on 800, so best believe i’ll get the drop
e.b.k, who gon’ play? i’ll boo’d em up, like ella mai
i only use g’s, i ain’t tryna fight, this ain’t no mma
i’m tryna get wit’ isis, paul russ, make her my boo thang’
run down with the auto, i’ma tune him, like i’m t*pain
say you smoke lil steve, so you know i’m gettin’ on yo’ ass
teeski gotta look around, make sure you don’t get taxi cabs
f*ck maf and ebt, i know that they be h*lla mad
we o’block, y’all hoe*block, so keep my city out yo’ mouth
[chorus: h*b fox]
i’m puttin’ on for my city, i’m him (uh*huh)
glock too hot, hit that boy out his tims (baow)
too many opps, put the beam on the d*ck (grrah*grrah)
f*ck a real n*gga challenge, let’s see who put on (o’block)
slide in suburbans, just know i go dumb (i go dumb)
kirah a blunt, tell her pick up the phone
and i know tooka mad he couldn’t go to that sto’ (go to that sto’)

- h b fox lyrics

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