Boy in the city Lyrics

I'm back home for a week high in estadas uni

Pretty then she stay wit me I'm the boy in the city

Face real fine she pretty hop in the Cullinan with me

I got her singing like Whitney

Nah foreal I'm the man in my city book bag full of three fifty

I got my hand on the grippy might do my dance but I'm rapping forreal

First come first serve who want they bills paid

Pass her to cam cuz she know I'm a player I turn yo shooter right into an angel

Lil shortie fine how she hitting her angles

Everything Gucci I bought out the mall

I'm back home for a week high in estadas uni

Pretty then she stay wit me I'm the boy in the city

Face real fine she pretty hop in the Cullinan with me

I got her singing like Whitney

How she act ghetto she neat talking neat talking fleek

Talking fleet like a geek talking sweet like candy baby

Gotta get lit off this 2c my baby throw up the gang Money Mob Entertainment

Why is the game entertaining these peon rappers

What do they be on ice on my chain colder then freon

Don't care what he on how do you even move colder than me

I feel so up I just chill and repeat popping the P

I'm so drippy forever she with GG so her fixtures upgraded

Old number so it goes green I done change phones since a teen

Imma play my role in the team I got upgraded and sold the Mercedes

Go on a break she come back where she safe

She know its mine when I go out of state

Power her P now she popping in place she out with me so she cover her face

Take her to Dallas she up in the sky think tomorrow we gon go to Dubai

Way too wavy we put jets in the sky

I'm back home for a week high in estadas uni

Pretty then she stay wit me I'm the boy in the city

Face real fine she pretty hop in the Cullinan with me

I got her singing like Whitney

I'm back home for a week high in estadas uni

Pretty then she stay wit me I'm the boy in the city

Face real fine she pretty hop in the Cullinan with me

I got her singing like Whitney