CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : My City
I'm in my city, I know they with me
Swimming with my sharks, You don't wanna start
So I'm in my city, I swear they with me
Bad lil' b*t*h right with me, I'm going swimming, ooh
Throw it back on my side, yeah (throw it back on my side)
Way too much on my mind, yeah (way too much on my mind)
Please don't play with my time, yeah (don't play with my time)
I'mma pull out and slide, yeah (I'mma pull out and slide)
Saint Laurent on her feet, yeah (get on your feet)
And I'm back on my feet, yeah (back no my feet)
b*t*h, I'm back on my ways (back on my face)
I got too much to say (back on my way)
I'm still in the trap, Loading the trucks
Fill 'em with pounds, Fill 'em with lots
I don't want love, Just pour up my cup
I don't want stress, Just come here and f**k
Yes my talk does come with action
Yes this Glock will split your fraction
Yeah, I was the one they doubted
Now I see my shows arе crowded
I'm still with this sh*t, I'm still down to ride
I'm spinning your block, You nevеr outside
I stay with the piece, Ain't talking 'bout pies
I stay with your b*t*h, She feeding you lies
I open my eyes, I wake up to money
You open your eyes, you sleeping with dummys
I'm selling 'em packs, ain't talking 'bout lollies
I lost count if you talking 'bout bodies
All these b*t*hes come alive when they see us in the ride
Ghost park it outside, ghost park it outside
All these b*t*hes come alive when they see us in the ride
Ghost park it outside, ghost park it outside
Swimming with my sharks, You don't wanna start
So I'm in my city, I swear they with me
Bad lil' b*t*h right with me, I'm going swimming, ooh
Throw it back on my side, yeah (throw it back on my side)
Way too much on my mind, yeah (way too much on my mind)
Please don't play with my time, yeah (don't play with my time)
I'mma pull out and slide, yeah (I'mma pull out and slide)
Saint Laurent on her feet, yeah (get on your feet)
And I'm back on my feet, yeah (back no my feet)
b*t*h, I'm back on my ways (back on my face)
I got too much to say (back on my way)
I'm still in the trap, Loading the trucks
Fill 'em with pounds, Fill 'em with lots
I don't want love, Just pour up my cup
I don't want stress, Just come here and f**k
Yes my talk does come with action
Yes this Glock will split your fraction
Yeah, I was the one they doubted
Now I see my shows arе crowded
I'm still with this sh*t, I'm still down to ride
I'm spinning your block, You nevеr outside
I stay with the piece, Ain't talking 'bout pies
I stay with your b*t*h, She feeding you lies
I open my eyes, I wake up to money
You open your eyes, you sleeping with dummys
I'm selling 'em packs, ain't talking 'bout lollies
I lost count if you talking 'bout bodies
All these b*t*hes come alive when they see us in the ride
Ghost park it outside, ghost park it outside
All these b*t*hes come alive when they see us in the ride
Ghost park it outside, ghost park it outside
