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redda - city lyrics

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[intro]
(d+mn, jakesand)
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[chorus]
i’ve been sippin’ on that drank, i just turned twenty+one
we just came from magic city, we threw h+lla ones
we in the club, yeah, you know i got my f+ckin’ gun
whole lotta tens, lotta dubs, lotta f+ckin’ ones
i told that lil’ balenci’ baddie she might be the one
i threw couple of them thous’, might throw a couple huns
and we caught up in traffic, know that we them ones
you know i’m geekin’ on this x until i see the sun (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
i’m f+ckin’ on a freak, you f+ckin’ on a nun (yeah, yeah)
know i’m f+ckin’ on a freak, boy, you not f+ckin’ none
i’ma turn this switch and thеn watch him run
i just put that drac’ up, number twenty+one
slaughtеr gang a d+mn [?], i feel like 21
got h+lla sticks, h+lla fire, we got h+lla guns
i just heard she gonna pull up, finna have some fun
i might grab a wocky pint and pour the whole thing up
missin’ milli’ in a bank, but we too up
you don’t got no f+ckin’ bank, boy, you too stuck
huh, gle+ski, finna get two trucks
and that b+tch say she miss me, i don’t give two f+cks
he talkin’ out his mouth, we gon’ shut him up (yeah, yeah)
keep talkin’ out yo’ head, we gon’ cut it up (yeah, yeah)
i love her, she just called, said she wanna f+ck (yeah, yeah)
heard you was tryna go ball, but you ain’t make the cut
lil’ forty, keep it tucked in case they try to bug
yeah, i’m like yannis with this 19x, i’m like a buck
i’ma blow this b+tch up, i don’t give no f+ck
i probably run his b+tch ass over in this bentley truck
yeah, get that boy some zyzz with this f+ckin’ pump
turn that boy into some grizz with this f+ckin’ pump (yeah, yeah)
that boy, he smell like sh+t, he a f+ckin’ skunk (yeah, yeah)
and i heard he suckin’ d+ck, he a f+ckin’ punk (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
i’ve been sippin’ on that drank, i just turned twenty+one
we just came from magic city, we threw h+lla ones
we in the club, yeah, you know i got my f+ckin’ gun
whole lotta tens, lotta dubs, lotta f+ckin’ ones
i told that lil’ balenci’ baddie she might be the one
i threw couple of them thous’, might throw a couple huns
and we caught up in traffic, know that we them ones
you know i’m geekin’ on this x until i see the sun



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