BlueBucksClan — Rap City

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Other niggas’ bitches wanna get involved with me (Get involved with me, Baby E made this beat)
Left her right there where she toppin’, took her jaws with me (Jaws with me, Ten11)
Talkin’ crazy in the booth like this Rap City (Like this Rap City)
If a nigga talkin’ crazy, we gon’ act silly (We gon’ act silly)
I be losin’ track of bitches, I got too many (Got too many)
I might fuck you all the time, but you can’t move with me (Hell naw)
Even on my worst day, I had some blues with me (Had some blues with me)

I want all these bitches, I can’t choose any (I can’t choose)
She with me, yeah, we fuckin’, she ain’t cool with me (We ain’t just cool)
All them bad, mean bitches don’t be rude to me (Yeah, they nice)
Told my bitch, «I ain’t shit, but you can’t lose with me» (You can’t lose)
Big shoes stompin’ on a foreign pedal (We gon’ stomp it)
Race mode, droppin’ ashes on this German leather (Droppin’ ashes)
Diamonds bitin’ in my ear like a German Shepard (Diamonds bitin’)
Turn a Sprite to root beer, I didn’t measure (Bitch, this muddy)

I can’t hear no old broke niggas givin’ lectures (Broke)
Twenty thousand for a feature, we ain’t doin’ specials (No specials)
She wanna make the hitlist, bitch, you more than welcome (More than welcome)
With my Culver City bitch, we at Honey Kettle (We at Honey Kettle)
Ask me how I know his bitch, ain’t know what to tell him (I don’t know)
I just walked in with my piece like that nigga Meta (I don’t know

Ain’t comin’ in without no sticks, bet security let us (Bet they let us)
Double-R’s back to back, all these umbrellas (All these umbrellas)

‘Member gettin’ on the bus like Jerome Bettis (I’m Bettis)
Walkin’ with my new bitch, old hoes jealous (They jealous)
Press a button in the Benz, we got secret weapons (We got secret weapons)

Hoes textin’ sayin’ they love me, I can’t keep the message (Gotta delete it)
Told her, «I just want the top, why you even naked?» (Why you naked?)
Button-up was twelve hundred, I ain’t even check it (Yeah, it’s Prada)
Ask her, «Can I get some top?» She feel disrespected (Feel disrespected)
Big Prada thunderclouds keep my feet protected (Yeah, they did)
New foreign 2020, ain’t no key connected (Ain’t no key)
Showroom, burnin’ rubber leavin’ out the dealer (Peelin’ off)
Hundred dollars in the ‘Wood, I can’t hit a Swisher (Yeah, this loud)
Runnin’ plays, talkin’ shit, feel like Philip Rivers (Philip Rivers)

I keep runnin’ up these bills, feel like CJ Spiller (Lil’ nigga)
Told her I won’t tell a soul, this shit confidential (I won’t tell)

Big bullets, brought the blower and my pocket little (Pocket rocket)
Nigga wifed my best topper, I was rockin’ with you (I was rockin’ with you)
Turn this to a NASCAR if I press one button (Press a button)
Nigga said he hit my bitch, yeah, which one was it? (Which one?)
All these hoes in my phone, damn, which one comin’? (Which one?)
I hit bitches back to back even if they cousins (I ain’t know)