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cityboy! (dc) - jpg lyrics

i+i+i+i+it’s glime season
money right, these b+tches right
[?] this lil n+gga on fire
co+signing n+gga dj holiday
holiday season

[verse 1]
it’s just me and these oxys, we alone on the road
i’m in love with that girl, but i promise i won’t fold
with this k in my hand, i don’t let it get too cold
riding around la if a n+gga feeling bold
you hit my phone for a play, i’m gon’ say let’s get it on
if you want half of the play, get the f+ck up off my phone
she be in a new place, i don’t know how to stay home
imma pull up to her place, imma treat it like my home
i want the bread and no case, i don’t care about being known
made a hundred off my sp+ce and i ain’t talking ’bout no tongue
me and my n+ggas in your face, with some chains like a dong
but we on no freak sh+t n+gga please just keep it goin’
and the drake getting to hitting, sh+t sound like a bomb
i’m getting bread, chicken, cheese, no matter what i’m on
i’m getting head while i sleep, ask your b+tch what she on
i make her leave after she eat, not the type to lead on

[interlude]
attention haters, attention haters, glime season is in the building
b+tch
it’s glime season
[verse 2]
jpg on my body i don’t give a f+ck
then we pull off in a truck, come and try to test your luck
ed hardy on her b+tt, that’s my favourite type of sl+t
she said she miss with something, yeah that’s my lil’ mud
i’m standing right behind her like i’m finna say “hut”
i can stand on my green like i’m playing putt putt

n+gga my glime green, my flag green, its glime season

- cityboy dc lyrics

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