This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin Back pack, Southern town fans get to tippin Chasin fat stacks, runnin down grands and submission I don't back track, every single sound for me different I don't own no ice, I just got clean rap Don't ever two step, I just rock, lean, snap We could take it out to Houston where the rides all glossed up Anybody I'm standin beside's all bossed up Burgular *minor they say I'm servin them rhymers* And me and Nickel F go together like burgers and diners, yes I'm like a waiter if you somethin like a hater With trays in both hands, place an order I can cater uh I got the diamonds in my teeth flow Memphis is the reason that my rhyming and my *chopped voice* speech slow Peep though, * when I get fed up it's sped up Ridin through the streets just reclinin' in my seat ho uh Them city lights is lookin brightest 3 am in the morning And the pen is like lighter I'm just a writer flamin' pages of a notebook book My rachel mcadams get at 'em when I ignite her Yup soon as a couple plan a trip You smell gasoline I'll be burnin' all up and down the strip strip I done said it I get you to unlet it Just tip me if your tanks empty come get it* CHORUS: Yo, the city is mine (which one?) TORONTO DRAKE that's me You know how the story goes Pull up, range rove, yo' chick wanna roll And I play myself in the stereo And I make 'em wanna Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop it Girl, move that thang like you ...
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