City Of God

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[Intro: Francis Bacon] Interviewer: "Well, how long have you worked here?" Francis Bacon: "I've been here for years, about 23 years. And it's a kind of dump that nobody else would want, but I can work here." ZZ on the beat ZZ on the beat Gremlin ZZ on the beat So you might not make it [Verse] I, I, I don't fraternize Medusa stay all in ya eye When we hit the scene, bitch we petrify Came straight out the city of god White be the bankroll, bandana tie I can't pussy-foot, I like to max out When I'm stressed out I bring that pack out Take them cans back when we got put out Damn, put that addy in the Rémy I can't pass out All these bitches love me, yea they like to lash out Fuck that bitch so good, yea I knocked a lash out Young nigga strapped up like the task force All-black, goddamn, thats a [?] Knock your head off, you ain't even ask for it Tell me why you niggas wanna be mad fo' Pop a orange and I get to scrimmage Doc used to give my little brother Ritalin You forgot to know that, but I really didn't Then that nigga get to shootin' like he Pippen Left money in the ATM twice, damn So high, I caught myself slippin' Fuck the bitch so good she sent a postcard Rock the Westy Wood like a Goyard Pussy so wet, a gangsta sonar [Outro] Wildcard bitches! Yeehaw!
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