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[Intro]
I put my heart in a bag
Her heart in a thong, you almost shot me, uh
Yeah, fuck it up
Uh, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Uh, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 1]
Woah, huh
And it go on and on, huh
Heart in a thong, I got her lost in a song, huh
Lost in the words
She got me all in the 'burbs, huh, uh
Mood fucked up, need to pop me a Perc, huh
Got me on— (Ehhh), huh
My stummy hurt, uh (Ah)
One more of these and I'ma be in the earth, huh
But the party don't stop (Stop)
So you cannot stop me
All my boys cocky (Yuh)
We do that shit, no talkin', huh

[Chorus]
And I know the city can't hold us
Bad little bitty, say she fuck with canned cola
Take her to the room and hit her on the camcorder
Damn, a nigga ran it up, my pockets done swole up

[Verse 2]
Uh, I don't fuck with no holders (Holders)
All my boys pour up (Yeah)
City on my shoulders
Cup got them boulders, huh
Told them niggas, I'd show ya (Yeah)
Told them niggas, I'd show ya (I did)
Almost missed my damn shot (Uh-huh)
Waiting on them to show love
And the party don't stop (No-no)
So you cannot stop me, hah
All my boys pour Wocky (They pour up)
Put on for my blocky (They did)
I remember days they used to tell me I was nothing
Now that young nigga be stuntin'
Walk in and got these hoes jumpin'
Woah, huh, too cold, huh
Think this perky got me shivering
Used to whip them river bends, them days I was delivering (Woo, woo)
Never had a synonym, them classes I was sitting in
Knew that I was different, I ran it up and did this shit, huh

[Chorus]
And I know the city can't hold us
Bad little bitty, say she fuck with canned cola
Take her to the room and hit her on the camcorder
Damn, a nigga ran it up, my pockets done swole up (I ran it up)

[Verse 3]
Woah, they got me in a bad mood (Bad mood)
Middle fingers up, and told 'em, "I'd be back soon" (Back soon)
Shawty hit me up, she say she love that roll through
And that tape, it slap too
Damn, I really can't lose
I be mixing up that potion even though it's taboo
Got palm angels on my shoulders even though, that tag huge
And we keep that gas, hah, blowin' down the damn room
Locked up in this damn room, hope the summer back soon, back soon, hah

[Chorus]
And I know the city can't hold us
Bad little bitty, say she fuck with canned cola
Take her to the room and hit her on the camcorder
Damn, a nigga ran it up, my pockets done swole up, huh
And I know the city can't hold us
Bad little bitty, say she fuck with canned cola
Take her to the room and hit her on the camcorder
Damn, a nigga ran it up, my pockets done swole up