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Gio - City Boyz Lyrics



Gio - City Boyz Lyrics




Young nigga in charge man
We been getting Money man

Huh huh

Yea

Young nigga shit

Wrist froze
Yea it's Rocky like the mountains

Only time I leave the house
Is if they pay to bring me out it

Usually calm when I be sober
Off the liquor get to shouting

Got a number in the club
Now my bitch up in here pouting

How the f*ck I turn a trap
Into a mansion can you do that

Run up on me wrong
Bet I get to spark'n thought you new that

Heard they talking bad
Wishing I was broke, but I'm the opposite

I'm in my own lane
And ain't a motherf*cker stopping it

They nickname me Michelin man
Cause I'm a road runner

They asked me why I'm always in clubs
Cause I'm a hoe hunter

My finger steady keep getting cut
From all the paper thumbin

Baby come and get with a winner
Promise you won't for nothing

Hold up let me catch my breath
Cause I just thought stomped that

Lil bitch keep saying that she in love
But I don't want that

Reminiscing about the days being broke
But I won't go back

I ain't have a car now I ride foreign
Tires be run flats

F*ck a tussle
Let my pistol do the fighting

Cj got my back the strap that nigga got
Sound like a lion

I don't have no oops but if I ever did
Them niggas dying

I'd rather 12 judge me
Then to see my moma crying

Ears Flooded, Neck Flooded,
Bitch my wrist it weigh a pound

Got stuck in a jam niggas left
But I ain't make a sound

Bitches used to diss me
See I'm up now try to come around

Lil bitch this not it
Could never a f*cking clown

I'm recording in some slacks
And a button up

I'm Pimpin

Just left court my judge be talking crazy
Bitch so stuck up

Can't you let the system beat me
Gotta take this bitch to trial

Verdict Not guilty I threw my buffs on
Left out with style

Drop the top off on the whip
So they can see it's me

Niggas pulling out they cameras
To record like they TMZ

If a nigga want me on his song
He gotta pay fee

And every nigga round me eating good
Yea we love to feast

Before all this rap shit
My name was ringing bells

Had baddest bitches sending me money
Cash app or zelle

Used they addy's just to get me
Some packages through the mail

Bitch it's city boy activity
I'm not paying for no nails

Get in weigh it up
Put it on scales

I ain't talking bout no tacos
When I say I feed a nigga shells

I got friends that ran it up
Off Navy Feds BOA's and wells

And I'm always moving cautious
So a nigga never leave a trail
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English

Young nigga in charge man
We been getting Money man

Huh huh

Yea

Young nigga shit

Wrist froze
Yea it's Rocky like the mountains

Only time I leave the house
Is if they pay to bring me out it

Usually calm when I be sober
Off the liquor get to shouting

Got a number in the club
Now my bitch up in here pouting

How the f*ck I turn a trap
Into a mansion can you do that

Run up on me wrong
Bet I get to spark'n thought you new that

Heard they talking bad
Wishing I was broke, but I'm the opposite

I'm in my own lane
And ain't a motherf*cker stopping it

They nickname me Michelin man
Cause I'm a road runner

They asked me why I'm always in clubs
Cause I'm a hoe hunter

My finger steady keep getting cut
From all the paper thumbin

Baby come and get with a winner
Promise you won't for nothing

Hold up let me catch my breath
Cause I just thought stomped that

Lil bitch keep saying that she in love
But I don't want that

Reminiscing about the days being broke
But I won't go back

I ain't have a car now I ride foreign
Tires be run flats

F*ck a tussle
Let my pistol do the fighting

Cj got my back the strap that nigga got
Sound like a lion

I don't have no oops but if I ever did
Them niggas dying

I'd rather 12 judge me
Then to see my moma crying

Ears Flooded, Neck Flooded,
Bitch my wrist it weigh a pound

Got stuck in a jam niggas left
But I ain't make a sound

Bitches used to diss me
See I'm up now try to come around

Lil bitch this not it
Could never a f*cking clown

I'm recording in some slacks
And a button up

I'm Pimpin

Just left court my judge be talking crazy
Bitch so stuck up

Can't you let the system beat me
Gotta take this bitch to trial

Verdict Not guilty I threw my buffs on
Left out with style

Drop the top off on the whip
So they can see it's me

Niggas pulling out they cameras
To record like they TMZ

If a nigga want me on his song
He gotta pay fee

And every nigga round me eating good
Yea we love to feast

Before all this rap shit
My name was ringing bells

Had baddest bitches sending me money
Cash app or zelle

Used they addy's just to get me
Some packages through the mail

Bitch it's city boy activity
I'm not paying for no nails

Get in weigh it up
Put it on scales

I ain't talking bout no tacos
When I say I feed a nigga shells

I got friends that ran it up
Off Navy Feds BOA's and wells

And I'm always moving cautious
So a nigga never leave a trail
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Writer: Giorgio Bryant
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Performed By: Gio
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Giorgio Bryant

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