My City

Young face (Young face)

We know the ends ain't pretty
But I swear where I came from
Where the girl them still look wavy
All my dogs got all them jugs

Holla I pass the finita
On my block we smokin' board
Free up all my gees
We on that talkin' tough

Call when the sounding thing go
Rumpon-pon-pon-pon-pon
All the talking is lo-lo-lo-lo-long
Call when the sounding thing go
Rumpon-pon-pon-pon-pon
Baby girl don't rush me
That's so lo-lo-lo-lo-long

When I'm in my city, in my city
When I'm in my city, in my city
When I'm in my city, I don't run or dock, run or dock
When I'm in my city, I don't run around ho', run around ho' (no)

If ain't my gee, don't spot me
Fake friends we do not trust
Sexy Lexy come from Antigua
And her friends from Barbados
Any bouf I come to the ends
Show me love
Can, you know I can't run from a pagan
Only run when the feds pull up

Call when the sounding thing go
Rumpon-pon-pon-pon-pon
All that talking is lo-lo-lo-lo-long
Call when the sounding thing go
Rumpon-pon-pon-pon-pon
Don't rush me girl
Ugh, don't rush me

When I'm in my city, in my city
When I'm in my city, in my city
When I'm in my city, I don't run or dock, run or dock
When I'm city, I don't run around ho', run around ho'
No



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Josewski
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