Michael Christmas - City Kids (Official Remix) lyrics

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Michael Christmas - City Kids (Official Remix) lyrics

What up bruh Me give a f**? Nah Talk my sh**, while I walk it out Kick your crutch down Balance No love lost Business and such now Headed past you fools Both arms up, touchdown I Got ya son set Ya mom up till sunrise Thief in the night sh** I'm gone before the cum dries School of hard knocks Beers with the alumni Cops askin' sh** Angels cry Like a nuns lie Missed shots, close calls Swear I broke the post Dudes worried bout blog posts I'm like okie dokes Provoke me? No I'm busy tryna hit the coast Circle tighter than an a**hole Loyaltys never broke Give a f** about the game Not what you thought is hot Couldn't top Nat with a Top hat Stop me? nah Stock in me? best believe you better cop alot f** ya thoughts More critics than cops at a coffee shop [Chorus: Natural] How could you not love a guy like me? Whole fam ride with him until he D.I.E Loyalty to a T, where we tryna be? Look We just some city kids Tryna run the city kid How could you not love a crew like we We done brushed off our shoulders Bout to wipe our sleeve Fresh dressed to a t Liquor poured for free Look We just some city kids Tryna run the city kid [Verse 2: Michael Christmas] Dwight shrew Nice boots Drink the milk Out the bowl Minute Don't make me have to find you Take ya lunch money Naked like juice Dutch pulled the car up and whip it like Bruce Flow on this sh** too ridiculous to compute With a black lady, eat the licorice watch 'the view' I just want to function and be n******gish with my dudes Coming out the water see the fish can fly too I think I'm Britney Spears, oops I did it times 2 Fall in love with chicks always under 5'2 Make my dick feel like 30 times huge I clean up nice, I got dirty rhymes too City Kids screaming f** the Channel 5 news Flippin' whips Championships Three fingers Drop two f** ya parents kid Go Nat Go Nat Haha [Verse 3: Natural] Flow better I chose cheddar Go getter Take pictures with b**hes that wanna blow? never The hoes wetter You dudes better run Cuz my city kids tougher than DMC in all leather Young Costner aka Cash Davis Cuz my siblings got dreams that are far past Avis Hurts you for that enterprise, this is that semper fi Forever faithful the ones you ain't meant to try Two in ya temple guy Put a start to that This flow you know there's an art to that Cuz Indiana Jones couldn't find this artifact You dudes rappin' with OUT The art of facts Fact Get rich or die tryin Like fifty did Hustle hard Till the cash increase And her titties big Just some city kids tryna run the city kid And you half you clowns still can't believe half the sh** we did I'm the man with this, shows in Los Angeles Perspective gets gained, man, promise I can handle it Took in what I could, I am the City's apprentice My streak? the number one reason you'll grow to resent this Even if they outrun me? I'm steady jumpin' fences Or square up old school, and I'll call you a dentist, BANG! Do ya research before I come through While you're sleeping on me? I'm making dreams come true mother f**er

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