
Fuck Da City Up T.I. (Ft. Jeezy)
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[Intro: T.I.]
Ayy, say, Jeezy
Let's get this shit back one time
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1: T.I.]
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
Ayy, say, Jeezy
Let's get this shit back one time
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1: T.I.]
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
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