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spur willy - city got str8 lyrics

[hook: ns fetti]
my city got straight so now i can’t see it down
hit the mall all day an the true by the pound
yeah i’m stuntin your city so cuff your b-tch right now
let em know my n-gg-s we ballin so sit your broke -ss down

city got straight so now i can’t see it down
hit the mall all day an the true by the pound
yeah i’m stuntin your city so cuff your b-tch right now
let em know my n-gg-s we ballin so sit your broke -ss down

[verse 1: remix boi]
aye sit your broke -ss down
while i thumb through this paper
b-tch i ball like mike
i just bet with the lakers
an i be stuffing them blunts just like i’m whippin jamaica
remix game this b-tch so cuff yo b-tch for i take her

i’m talkin bout over the seas
f-ck that b-tch like a raper
i can’t sit my -ss down her add for paper
ain’t no squares in my circle
never bosses with workers
an i’m the king boy, prefere kush off with purple

an true religion store (yeah)
just to f-ck up some paper
an i need help with it
but you can’t leave me no favor
i scream death with money
aye b-tch i’m swimming in paper
an i keep talkin bout this sh-t cos all i do is get paper
you know my-

[hook: ns fetti]
city got straight so now i can’t see it down
hit the mall all day an the true by the pound
yeah i’m stuntin your city so cuff your b-tch right now
let em know my n-gg-s we ballin so sit your broke -ss down

[verse 2: w-lly jones]
f-ck chala shade we been with it
i’m big meechie and russ simmons
don’t look tough i got muscle with me
whole bunch of hustlers no busters with me
my set straight an my b-tch bad
she got my traphouse on 06-flaz
she buy me cars an i buy her bags
bake an sold they gotta lotta cash
i got 10 thousand in all 20s
the long way an it’s all on me
strap too
y’all don’t want me
pacman keep countin for me
bills of mills straight from arizona
i’m the remix kid i get a lotta money
i know city n-gg-s they bought a lotta dummies
bef we gotta lotta money

i do what i want too
a young n-gg- with a check
from playin in dope bowls
an pullin out counter tricks
the g-y n-gg-s counterfeit
pull up with dummy bricks
an told em i’m ready for em
i just bought another strap

[verse 3: fetti boi]
okay, why you diggin in yo pocket
ain’t sh-t but nothin in it
puttin on like you got it in a car that’s remixed
we big boy states in houston let’s get it
lickin down on you n-gg-s like midgets
man i’m addin up digits an digits
yes i’m the sh-t hoe fly to n-gg- blow it loud like a triumph like add a trough buck
you don’t take tests ain’t thumbin through money

got them donors
duck -ss n-gg-
buy 2 for the 5 f-cked up lil n-gg-
but i’m true my religion
horse shoed up
don’t stop for em got burr lean my cup
puttin on no strolls so cuff yo b-tch up
wanted the team gee’s hunt your b-tch up
ll’s stuntin through the city like a movin sink
my pockets be str8er than a movie sings

cos i basketball y’all table tennis
it’s small ball an no flavor in it
an i kick sh-t an i eat it business
you ain’t gettin no money y’all is eatin with me
cos i’m iced out an i’m lean sickly
big block on 26
sit yo broke -ss down an yo fake true fitted
fake gucci belt
you too, b-tch

- spur willy lyrics

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