the city

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And I hate when I gotta come back to the city (oh yeah, yeah)
 And I hate when I gotta come back to the city
 And I hate when I gotta come back to the city (yeah)
 And I hate when I gotta come back to the city
 My bad bitch, she miss me, you heard it
 Bad bitch, she pretty, not nervous
 'Cause these days be worth it
 Then I hate when these niggas sling the fast lane, not tricky
 Yes, I hate when these niggas think they catchin' up with me, and I swerved it
 But I went this way on purpose
 This niggas hurting, they pack is hurting
 No, they not working (no, they not working)
 Look, bitch, I'm not buying you a Birkin
 But look, I got money when you working, getting it twerking
 And they shooked
 I'm that youngest nigga face and it's working (fuck it)
 Baby, look, I ain't mean to fuck that bitch
 She had me nervous, feel like hook
 Can you answer when I call you 'cause it's urgent
 I don't play by the book
 I just listen then I learn shit
 I give this shit like all it took
 To live this life, I guess I earned it
 I hop up on this beat and preach
 Like I'll be speaking Bible verses
 On God (this bitch, nigga)
 Yeah
 And I hate when I gotta come back to the city
 My bad bitch, she miss me, you heard it
 Bad bitch, she pretty, not nervous
 'Cause these days be worth it
 Then I hate when these niggas sling the fast lane not tricky
 Yes I hate when these niggas think they catchin' up with me, and I swerved it
 But I went this way on purpose
 This niggas hurting, they pack is hurting
 No, they not working (ain't not)
 

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Duration
02:00
Key
11
Tempo
147 BPM

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