[Intro: Cosmic Kev]
Cosmic Show, Cosmic Kev
Big Sean in the building
Part 2, right back at it baby
[Intro: Big Sean]
Straight up, Philly what up though?
Detroit
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah you guessed it
Finally Famous in this thing, we finessin'
Cartier lenses on me, ain't no question
Oh in and out of town
I ain't slept in
Weeks
You ready?
Look I been in and out town
Still making plays even when I'm out of bounds
Automatic champagne poppin', never out of rounds
Tell me where the throne at, that's where I be sitting down
I run up in your city, run a spot, run a town
Bet I run that motherfucker even when I'm not around
Only time to fuck, not to fuck around
I got weed, bad bitches, and money and they all a hundred pounds
God damn, I am (for pot pans), turn that shit straight to hot sand
Yea I got the blue print, these niggas tryna' trace
They tell me slow down but I'm in the human race
And I be damn if I ain't first, never living in reverse
I just hit it from reverse, swear that shit so crazy
Man L.A girls so crazy, how's it sunny if them hoes there shady?
And New York bitches screaming fuck you pay me
In ATL they be eating all their gravy
And Detroit man them girls so gangsta'
In Philly, I seen some pretty faces
Look, I love it when she up and down the pole
Make me wanna' take your ass up and down in Khol's
Have you ever been in Napa where they champagne, sipped in
Fly across the border to the 4-1-6, then go up to Philly where they know this shit legit
One time for the hood, man you know that we the shit
Come through in the city and you know, East Philly and you know I'm reppin' Philly
Man shout out to Meek Milly, I be going in this bitch, tell 'em silly
Oh god damn, we should pop a wheelie
Cosmic Show, Cosmic Kev
Big Sean in the building
Part 2, right back at it baby
[Intro: Big Sean]
Straight up, Philly what up though?
Detroit
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah you guessed it
Finally Famous in this thing, we finessin'
Cartier lenses on me, ain't no question
Oh in and out of town
I ain't slept in
Weeks
You ready?
Look I been in and out town
Still making plays even when I'm out of bounds
Automatic champagne poppin', never out of rounds
Tell me where the throne at, that's where I be sitting down
I run up in your city, run a spot, run a town
Bet I run that motherfucker even when I'm not around
Only time to fuck, not to fuck around
I got weed, bad bitches, and money and they all a hundred pounds
God damn, I am (for pot pans), turn that shit straight to hot sand
Yea I got the blue print, these niggas tryna' trace
They tell me slow down but I'm in the human race
And I be damn if I ain't first, never living in reverse
I just hit it from reverse, swear that shit so crazy
Man L.A girls so crazy, how's it sunny if them hoes there shady?
And New York bitches screaming fuck you pay me
In ATL they be eating all their gravy
And Detroit man them girls so gangsta'
In Philly, I seen some pretty faces
Look, I love it when she up and down the pole
Make me wanna' take your ass up and down in Khol's
Have you ever been in Napa where they champagne, sipped in
Fly across the border to the 4-1-6, then go up to Philly where they know this shit legit
One time for the hood, man you know that we the shit
Come through in the city and you know, East Philly and you know I'm reppin' Philly
Man shout out to Meek Milly, I be going in this bitch, tell 'em silly
Oh god damn, we should pop a wheelie
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