Tory Lanez – Crodie From The 9 // Guy In My City Lyrics

Crodie From The 9 // Guy In My City – Tory Lanez Lyrics

Cash out, baby, shit every time, haha

Fuck is wrong with your crew?

Uh, she wanna talk (Talk)

I wanna deal with the māthās

I got her and the brethren (Brethren)

I'm 'bout to deal with the slottas (Slottas)

Switch on the FN like new MAC-11, I'm— grrah, grrata (Hmm)

NBA Jam on a bitch (Bitch), boom shaka locka (Boom shaka locka)

Shorty, if you are not moshin'

Baby girl, we are not mossin'

Rappin' this smooth 'cause I'm on a high and my celly asleep on Suboxone

We finna go out and drink

Tomorrow, I'll work out the toxin

He would've been livin' right now, I told him to fight, he thought we were boxing

Yo, crodie, outside's sticky

Fairly awkward, drew a shiesty on a blicky

I'm at the Rabba with a bucket named Vicky

Last night, she gave the crack pipe a hickey

I'm a guy in my city, I'm a guy now

Heard your brethren went feddy, he's a boy now

You're a gyal clown, I never let them big me up

In the trap, ten bits in a Timmy's cup, nigga

I'm a guy in my city, don't play with a nigga, you know how I'm comin' (He comin')

I been workin' the trap in the night, the nightshift with the commas, and commas, and commas

It's Canadian money, got blue in the finger from all of the plastic I'm thumbin'

Don't do none of that woofin', I'm slidin' the next nigga, kill you in public

We going back-to-back 'Rari, ain't washin' these digits like it's a detergent (Yeah)

Bag me a bitch from the corner, if she got no titties, I'll get her a surgeon (Yeah)

A bitch say shit to me, lil' bitch ain't shit, but her purses (Nothin')

Take her to Golden Corral for the turkey, only way we go to Turks (Lil' Tory)

Yeah, comin' through slidin' inside a 300, they think that I'm Xerxes (Skrrt)

Yeah, fuck up her makeup and fuck up the Olay, she call me a serpent

Yeah, she wanna go to Carbone, I'd rather just take her to Church's (Church)

Ayy, the head was fire, the head was a demon, let's take her to serve

Ayy, take her to service

I'm tryna murder these rapper lil' niggas in real life, I don't give no fuck 'bout no verses

I'm tryna take a lil' snow bunny through there for thirty-six hours, I don't need a Perc'

Pretty lil' bad bitch'll say that she fucked me for accident, but we both know it's on purpose

Shit, I'm finna cut up the 600 Benz and open the mind up like it's some therapy, yeah

Sippin' the syrup for all of the time that workin' at Denny's still servin' it, yeah

Niggas who pissy that I ain't testifyin' claimin' I made this shit worse for me, yeah

I ain't even testify on that pussy lil' nigga that just tried to murder me, yeah

Switch on the glizzy, extended the dick in the booty, the bullets are twerkin' it, yeah

Shoutout my eaters, speedometer tweakin', as soon as I pull up, she slurpin' it, yeah

Went out to Wonderland, got me a bitch from Vaughan, it feel like I'm Durk and 'em, yeah (Durk)

Niggas be tellin' to get out equation, but that just ain't in my curriculum, yeah (Nah)

Way I keep doing this shit number one shit from the cell, I know that it's irkin' 'em, yeah

Tell all my babies she hell and shit down from the jail, you know how we workin' it, yeah

I'm a guy in my city

They know I'm a guy in my city

I'm a guy in my city (You know it)

They know I'm a guy in my city (Let's go)

I'm a guy in my city (Yeah)

They know I'm a guy in my city, yeah

I'm a guy in my city, I want it and any bitch mine in the city

This for my shooters, they dun know (Dun know)

Soon as I step out Suburban, if niggas are lurkin', you gotta let one go (One go)

This for them niggas that's claimin' they jumped off the porch, I ran out the front door

This for my eater that know how to suck it and fuck it and twist it in one row

This for my China bitch, ran on, stood down and she know that I'm comin', bitch dun know (Dun know)

This for my ting in the telly that go out to 'Sauga and fuck at the Melro', ayy

This for my niggas that's standin' right front of the robber and trap, shit front row (Let's go)

We just some niggas that made it from Queen to Kennedy Road to condos (Condo)

Niggas that told us it wasn't no tellin' are tellin' and movin' the goalpost (Snitch)

That could never be Yoko (Nah)

That could never be Soso (Nah)

That could never be Jay, or Ray, or Nice, none of my locos (Nah)

Yo, crodie, are you fuckin' dumb, cuz? Come on, G

I'm a guy in my city

They know I'm a guy in my city

I'm a guy in my city (You know it)

They know I'm a guy in my city (Let's go)

I'm a guy in my city (Yeah)

They know I'm a guy in my city, yeah

I'm a guy in my city, I want it and any bitch mine in the city

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