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killa kyleon - my city lyrics

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[intro]

gmb (gmb, gmb, gmb), g-g-gmb (g-g-gmb, g-g-gmb, g-g-gmb)

[hook: kirko bangz]

i put it down for my city mayne. (my city mayne)

don’t give a f-ck about what n-ggas gon’ say ‘bout me (say ‘bout me)

i still rockin’ gold grills and i’m sw-ngin’ mayne (i’m sw-ngin’ mayne)

oh yeah i’m always gon’ be h-town (h-town)

[verse 1: k!lla kyleon]

84’s under my fleetwood

pockets stay fat cause they eat good

big finga on my like eastwood

if a hater try me gon’ sleep good

seats on lean and my top back

on my right side where your bop at

tv’s lit you can watch that

i got a pump in my trunk if i pop that

5th wheel hangin’ like deuces

i’m on a set of 84’s no deuces

but if i hit this b-tton i’m ruthless

shaw but shaw (short) and my paint job stupid

bops love me like cupid

pull up in the slab get schooled quick

big wheels poking like two bicks two sick

grey tape under my screw sh-t

four 15’s i’m a freshman
h-town king i’m a veteran

big gun on me like a western

racks in my pocket, i’m countin’ my blessin’

paint snow bottles in my section

sleeping like a n-gga ain’t restin’

gettin’ to the money no stressin’

diamonds on the wood grain wheel i’m pressin’

[hook: kirko bangz]

[verse 2: slim thug]

my trunk bang like gangs

my 4’s sw-ng like sw-ngs

i’m comin’ through them lanes

rockin’ two chains like 2 chainz

every season some new mayne

by now you know how we do thangs

i just bought a bently betcha cocaine

i’m rollin’ slow and it’s slow like cruisin’

where the cruiser, ya boys gone p-ss

will need a boss peep a weight (or way), i ain’t gotta drive fast

they say 200 on the dash but i ain’t never seen it

never dream i’d shine this hard, but i hustle like i’m feenin’ beamin’

like the light when that cadi take flight

i’m smokin’ on some kites

i’m covered up in ice

i’m with your b-tch she lookin’ nice
got these n-ggas lookin’ twice

i bust a dime bust a nut and gave her relationship advice, right

at the next light third house on the left

pullin’ up to the crib five b-tches by myself

these n-ggas can’t keep up i still sweep the streets up

and hustle every day ’til it’s time for me to re-up

thug (thugga, thugga)

[hook: kirko bangz]

[verse 3: kirko bangz]

i’m from the city of the syrup

only young n-gga in the city gettin’ heard

only young n-gga in the city getting bread

but the whole d-mn city wanna hate on kirk

f-ck y’all n-ggas but a n-gga so real i support y’all n-ggas

when they ask who cold, i report y’all n-ggas

f-ck talkin’ ‘bout these hatin’ -ss n-ggas

in the city mayne i ain’t tryna bore y’all n-ggas

uh, see it feels so good, but it hurts so bad

man you weren’t around when i didn’t have cash

say you weren’t around when i didn’t have a bed

didn’t have a whip, momma livin’ bad

so i had to take everything out the stash

and i had a number one song on the radio, man a hater talk about my past

n-gga don’t know so i gotta let him know

i was so broke that i made it sound throwed
i ain’t have money so i talked about the hoes

any sense in the city ain’t got know hope

what the f-ck you mean

n-gga i’m the king

i ain’t pimp c and i ain’t bun b

i ain’t slim thug and i ain’t keke

man shout out to the vets but n-gga i’m me

[hook: kirko bangz]

[outro]

gmb (gmb, gmb, gmb, gmb)

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