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City Hot Pt. 2
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Bizzy Banks
Featuring(s) : Leeky G Bando
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[Leeky G Bando] Yoz, what you telling me? Uh, when I get in my freestyle mode (G Bando Jordan) Uh, like When I feel in my mixtape mode [ Leeky G Bando] Know them Structure niggas got the city hot, uh Pull up on any block, uh, like And we still got them GLA's switching lanes They ain't believe when I say that we up next, uh Know them niggas upset, uh, like 'Cause my niggas came to takeover the game [Bizzy Banks] I make the city hot in this bitch, uh We keep the pistol cocked, we on any block in this bitch We make 'em milly rockin' and shit We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot, if he moving wock in this bitch 357, baby don't trip Oh, he trust demon? No he won't miss I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding) If they multiplying, then we gon' divide 'em Take out they plug, the one who providing Big dog, I do the deciding That nigga pussy, he need some guidance, like I know he ain't riding Only get low when I hear them sirens If I get caught, then I'm staying silent, like [Leeky G Bando] And they fed to me, uh They don't care for me no more Ask me, "Bando, baby, why you ballin' out?" Dubai ain't here with me no more That's why I be in Louis V everyday Bizzy say we wearing Gucci like it's J's Mike Amiri jeans, Cartier shades Shawty used to dub me, now she in my face I was ballin' like my nigga Blaze I done fucked around, caught a case Tell 'em don't fuck around, uh I'd still shoot a nigga in his face See I got on Louis V, so she choosing me, uh She think I'm a stain But I got the Glock, keep it on my waist Shawty, don't get shot for a blue face [ Leeky G Bando] Shawty, don't get shot for these blue faces, uh Grinding to the top, tryna dodge the hatred, uh, like They got the cops tryna build a trace Finna bond out on the case Where a new opp? Get 'em out the way And we still poppin' Rosé cases [Bizzy Banks] I make the city hot in this bitch, uh We keep the pistol cocked, we on any block in this bitch We make 'em milly rockin' and shit We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot, if he moving wock in this bitch 357, baby don't trip Oh, he trust demon? No he won't miss I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding) If they multiplying, then we gon' divide 'em Take out they plug, the one who providing Big dog, I do the deciding That nigga pussy, he need some guidance, like I know he ain't riding Only get low when I hear them sirens If I get caught, then I'm staying silent, like
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