Fat Bro & Triple Dub - City Boyz (feat. Dave Dondada)

We some City Boyz bitch this the anthem turn it on
Bro got rich off strong
We see his bitch pull on her thong
This for my gettin' money niggas or if you sent one home
Big Wanny always quiet so if he talk then somes wrong
(Yo) What the fuck is that?
It's Fat Boss I slid wit' Dub but yeah, Dondada's strapped
Niggas see us can't believe us dawg we triple strapped
And it's that season don't be leachin' I'm bringin' trappers back
Yeah, I be wit' da heat so when I'm in the stu niggas knowin' just what ima do
Feel like Dame with the rock if you bringin' the smoke
Then you know ima pull up and shoot
I be feelin' myself nigga so do ya bitch I look at her like she a masseuse
Even tho I'm the shit with this rappin' I aim for the top I can't go number 2
Bitch I'm goin' in for the win
I can't lose again I ain't gone let up
Heard he spoke on my lil cousin took one week then he got wet up
Aww shit it's a set up
Lotta niggas ain't make it
From the Burgh where these bitches is basic
And these niggas fakin' tryin' make it
We some City Boyz bitch this the anthem turn it on
Bro got rich off strong
We see his bitch pull on her thong
This for my gettin' money niggas or if you sent one home
Big Wanny always quiet so if he talk then somes wrong
Bro keep 12 shot like he Brady you'll get bucked if you get near
Drop the window shit get crazy
Seen his face he full of fear
Shit ain't safe you can't come over here
My niggas gangsters of the year
I keep a glizzy tucked in here
I bet your momma drop a tear
Fuck you mean nigga fuck you thought
Keep this bitch on me you could tell how I walk
Bro in here leanin' sippin' on Wock
It ain't no intervenin' I ain't tryin' talk
Hope you ain't tryin' rob nigga you can get shot
(Chi-Chi)
(Bah, Bah)
(Chi-Chi)
(Bah)
Let the cops come today and I bet I don't talk
Get in my feelins' call ZaZa and Wock
Now I forget why it hurt
I roll a wood when the rent due
Cause a opp nigga died on the first
I'm tryna bring all the heat onna beat cause I can't when I'm down in a hurst
I'm only down wit' the fam you'da thought that a nigga was signin' wit' Durk
Don't be questionin' or askin' the guys niggas put in that work
Steppin' or flexin' down in my section niggas get put on a shirt
The woldys is reckless don't need no blessin' boot on the reverend in church
He speak on the guys get murked
Teddy bears on the curb
We some City Boyz bitch this the anthem turn it on
Bro got rich off strong
We see his bitch pull on her thong
This for my gettin' money niggas or if you sent one home
Big Wanny always quiet so if he talk then somes wrong

Written by:
David Freeman, Jalen Jones, Robert Montgomery

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