Ayyy, Bino made it BANG
King of my city, or city to be
You yap and you chat, but won't listen to me
I know what I'm worth, I won't sell out for free
Still catching the leopard, I'm riding the 3
It's a broad street with the foreign cars
I'm gonna sleep on your common tasks
Approach me with a work or art
My city to be is a fallen star
But i'm not falling today
Like Kelvin I stay on my feet, like Smith when the pressure repeats
Like Wing when the ball is goal bound, call Knibbs when I need a goal now
Don't feel pressure when I'm seeing them close down, Ben Elliott pulling the strings now
She's trusting me like I'm called Selles, we ball in favelas you know that we're up now
You see the control cos I ball on my own, It's alt and delete and it's shut down
I've been winning they ask for my methods, I won't ever tell cos I know that they run mouth
To be honest the secret is I don't associate with the shooters that hold guns now
Yeahhh
All my shooters wearing pink boots, Mark Goldbridge got a new suit
I'll mumble on the little cold flute, got her going down like the cold flu
Like the cold flu
Yeahhh
Dreams of packed out arenas and bad ballerinas all shouting my name
The truth is I don't want this or that just keep it and lock it away
I don't wanna go down a path that leads to crack and cocaine
You can keep your wealth you can keep your name for my city to be and its fame
King of my city, or city to be
You yap and you chat, but won't listen to me
I know what I'm worth, I won't sell out for free
Still catching the leopard, I'm riding the 3
It's a broad street with the foreign cars
I'm gonna sleep on your common tasks
Approach me with a work or art
My city to be is a fallen star
Bambino - CITY TO BE Lyrics
Bambino - CITY TO BE Lyrics
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English
Ayyy, Bino made it BANG
King of my city, or city to be
You yap and you chat, but won't listen to me
I know what I'm worth, I won't sell out for free
Still catching the leopard, I'm riding the 3
It's a broad street with the foreign cars
I'm gonna sleep on your common tasks
Approach me with a work or art
My city to be is a fallen star
But i'm not falling today
Like Kelvin I stay on my feet, like Smith when the pressure repeats
Like Wing when the ball is goal bound, call Knibbs when I need a goal now
Don't feel pressure when I'm seeing them close down, Ben Elliott pulling the strings now
She's trusting me like I'm called Selles, we ball in favelas you know that we're up now
You see the control cos I ball on my own, It's alt and delete and it's shut down
I've been winning they ask for my methods, I won't ever tell cos I know that they run mouth
To be honest the secret is I don't associate with the shooters that hold guns now
Yeahhh
All my shooters wearing pink boots, Mark Goldbridge got a new suit
I'll mumble on the little cold flute, got her going down like the cold flu
Like the cold flu
Yeahhh
Dreams of packed out arenas and bad ballerinas all shouting my name
The truth is I don't want this or that just keep it and lock it away
I don't wanna go down a path that leads to crack and cocaine
You can keep your wealth you can keep your name for my city to be and its fame
King of my city, or city to be
You yap and you chat, but won't listen to me
I know what I'm worth, I won't sell out for free
Still catching the leopard, I'm riding the 3
It's a broad street with the foreign cars
I'm gonna sleep on your common tasks
Approach me with a work or art
My city to be is a fallen star
King of my city, or city to be
You yap and you chat, but won't listen to me
I know what I'm worth, I won't sell out for free
Still catching the leopard, I'm riding the 3
It's a broad street with the foreign cars
I'm gonna sleep on your common tasks
Approach me with a work or art
My city to be is a fallen star
But i'm not falling today
Like Kelvin I stay on my feet, like Smith when the pressure repeats
Like Wing when the ball is goal bound, call Knibbs when I need a goal now
Don't feel pressure when I'm seeing them close down, Ben Elliott pulling the strings now
She's trusting me like I'm called Selles, we ball in favelas you know that we're up now
You see the control cos I ball on my own, It's alt and delete and it's shut down
I've been winning they ask for my methods, I won't ever tell cos I know that they run mouth
To be honest the secret is I don't associate with the shooters that hold guns now
Yeahhh
All my shooters wearing pink boots, Mark Goldbridge got a new suit
I'll mumble on the little cold flute, got her going down like the cold flu
Like the cold flu
Yeahhh
Dreams of packed out arenas and bad ballerinas all shouting my name
The truth is I don't want this or that just keep it and lock it away
I don't wanna go down a path that leads to crack and cocaine
You can keep your wealth you can keep your name for my city to be and its fame
King of my city, or city to be
You yap and you chat, but won't listen to me
I know what I'm worth, I won't sell out for free
Still catching the leopard, I'm riding the 3
It's a broad street with the foreign cars
I'm gonna sleep on your common tasks
Approach me with a work or art
My city to be is a fallen star
Writer: Olly Mason
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid