City of God
City of God Like it's a purging event
Why is you salty I wasn't trying to extend
Do it yourself nigga no need to be friends
I cannot claim her nigga never no chance
Popping my shit nigga I'm feeling myself
I don't need no chick mutherfucka I need my wealth
Big blunt roller get all high myself
Think he big dog til its his time to melt
Tell your bitch I'm back outside
I'm the realer definition and you know that
Make her wiggle like a stripper she gone throw that
Got the money gotta get it I don't hold it
Passion nigga what I do the thing for
Bitches be extra like names with apostrophes
Niggas be dumb as fuck kicking philosophies
Confidently me and there's no apologies
Nigga trying to pop like a link
Niggas think they hot but they stink
Nigga this a bop get a kink
Everything is not what it seems
Pick up that money and drop all the knowledge
Just do it your way and then shit gone be flawless
City of God Like it's a purging event
Why is you salty I wasn't trying to extend
Do it yourself nigga no need to be friends
I cannot claim her nigga never no chance
Popping my shit pussy I'm feeling myself
I don't need no chick mutherfucka I need my wealth
Big blunt roller get all high myself
Think he big dog till its his time to melt
I got young bitches who act boujee with it
I got cougar bitches who gone do the dishes
Ig thickness guru into fitness
Ghetto birds still gone hit it
Accountants and them mutherfuckin dentist
Smartest ones they always be the menace
Multi tasker yea you gotta switch it
I'm just pimpin like my fucking bitch is
Cabernet Sauvignon sipper
If they fake not involved with them
Niggas dumping clips on the wrong victim
Bet them niggas really had a long giggle
Smoking girl scout nigga got his girl got
Trying to boycott bout to make it burn hot
City of God it's like a purging event
Why is you salty I wasn't trying to extend
Do it yourself nigga no need to be friends
I cannot claim her nucca never no chance
Pop my shit nigga I'm feeling myself
I don't need no chick mutherfucka I need my wealth
Big blunt roller get all high myself nigga
Think he big dog till its his time to melt
Why is you salty I wasn't trying to extend
Do it yourself nigga no need to be friends
I cannot claim her nigga never no chance
Popping my shit nigga I'm feeling myself
I don't need no chick mutherfucka I need my wealth
Big blunt roller get all high myself
Think he big dog til its his time to melt
Tell your bitch I'm back outside
I'm the realer definition and you know that
Make her wiggle like a stripper she gone throw that
Got the money gotta get it I don't hold it
Passion nigga what I do the thing for
Bitches be extra like names with apostrophes
Niggas be dumb as fuck kicking philosophies
Confidently me and there's no apologies
Nigga trying to pop like a link
Niggas think they hot but they stink
Nigga this a bop get a kink
Everything is not what it seems
Pick up that money and drop all the knowledge
Just do it your way and then shit gone be flawless
City of God Like it's a purging event
Why is you salty I wasn't trying to extend
Do it yourself nigga no need to be friends
I cannot claim her nigga never no chance
Popping my shit pussy I'm feeling myself
I don't need no chick mutherfucka I need my wealth
Big blunt roller get all high myself
Think he big dog till its his time to melt
I got young bitches who act boujee with it
I got cougar bitches who gone do the dishes
Ig thickness guru into fitness
Ghetto birds still gone hit it
Accountants and them mutherfuckin dentist
Smartest ones they always be the menace
Multi tasker yea you gotta switch it
I'm just pimpin like my fucking bitch is
Cabernet Sauvignon sipper
If they fake not involved with them
Niggas dumping clips on the wrong victim
Bet them niggas really had a long giggle
Smoking girl scout nigga got his girl got
Trying to boycott bout to make it burn hot
City of God it's like a purging event
Why is you salty I wasn't trying to extend
Do it yourself nigga no need to be friends
I cannot claim her nucca never no chance
Pop my shit nigga I'm feeling myself
I don't need no chick mutherfucka I need my wealth
Big blunt roller get all high myself nigga
Think he big dog till its his time to melt
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Writer(s): Najee Freckleton
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