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F*ck Da City Up (feat. Young Jeezy)

This for my niggas on the block dodging one time

Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine

Put ya middle fingers in the air one time

Ride wit me, fuck the city up one time

Fuck the city up

Fuck the city up

Fuck the city up

Fuck the city up one time

Fuck the city up

Fuck the city up

Fuck the city up

Fuck the city up one time

Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove

All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll

Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch

So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous

We living out your fantasies, suckas can't handle this

They know we run the city shawty it's unanimous

Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four

K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days?

Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag

Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag

I'm no longer poppin' tags I just let 'em hang

Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang

And I ain't frontin', straight by the book--G Code

Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat

Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat

Jeezy fuckin' wit me and we fuckin' up the city ho

I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off

So much Louie shit it looking like it knock off

Violation, that'll get ya ass knocked off

Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce

Ever see me in the club with my shades off

It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost

28-5 yeah that's my cost

Bitch my closet so big I swear I got lost

What? Yeah I think I'm gon' need a map

We throw them birdies in the pool make 'em swim a lap

Whip it counterclockwise, that's the backstroke

Bitch my chain so big look like my back broke

Yeah we 'bout to fuck the city up, go broke

Bitch I'm balling so hard I need the whole court

Six spots in one night they call it club hopping

That new Tip and Jizzle shit, it got the club rockingI'm talkin' A-Town shit, ex lean pound bit

Chopper, fifty round clip

Keep it with me, I 'on't slip

Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise

Got a O of presidential, bitch I'm blowin' that ObamaYeah I'm talkin' plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R

You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car

When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star

Hope the feds don't stop me, life sentence in the carHey boy we spittin, reminiscin' bout when we was in the kitchen

Representin', niggas payin' bitches need to pay attention

And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L

Do it for my nigga Big Meech and B.M.F. niggaNigga, all I blow is strong bitch I'm straight for the week

Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks

Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets

Bitch it's shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep

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