Testo We In Da City Remix - Young Dro feat. T.I.
Testo della canzone We In Da City Remix (Young Dro feat. T.I.), tratta dall'album We In Da City Remix (feat. T.I.)
Say Dro, man
Hey, Dro
Hey, man, what you got to say about these niggas, man?
Wonder where the fuck you been, man?
Where they can find you?
Hey!
Car ain't got no roof (what, what?)
Car ain't got no roof (turn it)
We be in the city (in the city)
All my bitches with it (hey)
Oh, where your hoe at?
Oh, where your hoe at?
We be in the city
All my bitches with it
My crips in the city
My bloods in the bitty
Guns up in Rambo house
Blunts in the bando house
Chopper come from Yucatan
You da man, you da man
I sit up in it, you da man
Don't make me spray the Uzi man
Pot shit you get popped quick
No roof, it's drop six
Rock crew, we rock shit (hey!)
Oh, where your hoe at? (Where your hoe at, you heard?)
Oh, she where Dro at!
Car ain't got no roof (car ain't got no roof)
Car ain't got no roof (car ain't got no roof)
We be in the city (in the city)
All my bitches with it (boy, I don't know)
Oh, where your hoe at?
Oh, where your hoe at?
We in the city
All my bitches with it
Keep it right through the city, and my car, ain't got no roof
Run out the window like, "Fuck them niggas in your car, they not gon' shoot"
I look up in the face, askin', "Where your hoe at?"
Right here in the game, you know that
All I give her is some brought up in there, and when I'm done with it, she can go back
Westside bank has him spoke, remember West End freak Nick Pimps and hoe
Steel bus choppers in the wrong car, follow got a big bankroll, get a bitch to go
40 Cal invisible, concealed until it time to bang
Pull up in the track, whole unit in Milwaukee, get more money in my mouth, I ain't tryna hide
Look, give a fuck less but no bitch mine
Nigga hustle gang over everything, holla fuck that for my more sign
We be in the city with it
Why you know all my bitches with it, with it, hey
Car ain't got no roof (car ain't got no roof)
Car ain't got no roof (car ain't got no roof)
We be in the city (in the city)
All my bitches with it (boy, I don't know)
Oh, where your hoe at? (Where you at?)
Oh, where your hoe at? (Where your hoe at?)
We be in the city (turn it, turn it)
All my bitches with it
OK my young hoe, tight doe
Ridin' round, 442 piped up
White truck, Bentley truck tinted up, rimmed up
In here cop, grimmed up
Y'all niggas get trimmed up
Me and K-ten out of it milled up
Tim'd up, Polo boots
I let the 44 shoot, just like the popo do
Dunk on you and your ho
Switch it over to the left side, crossover, gimme some more
Answer bro, sprayin' bones
I'ma keep dumpin' the clip (pop) 'til my man's come
Layin' bones, land mines, mac ten's, tec nine's
Y'all niggas gon' respect mines
I'ma have the whole set cryin'
Had the police like 'man down!' sprayin' round
Talk of the town, AK clip walkin' round
Bustin' the Glock, bustin' the K
Nigga tryna get bust in the face
Nigga catch one in the mouth, one in the chest, one in the face
Chain is great, platinum shit
Killing this rapping shit, and I'm on activist
Actually, a hundred then
All y'all pussy ass niggas just go and ask your bitch, Young Dro
Car ain't got no roof
Car ain't got no roof
We be in the city (in the city)
All my bitches with it
Oh, where your hoe at?
Oh, where your hoe at?
We be in the city
All my bitches with it (hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Irvin Devine Whitlow, D'juan Montrel Hart, Darryl Patric Mccorkell
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