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YMG Vee - City Boy Lyrics



YMG Vee - City Boy Lyrics




I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It

Party over here park the donk over there
Money on the floor bottles in the air
We grew up poe, in conditions that ain't fair
And we still came up swear a nigga took the stairs
This feel like a Real nigga affair
New jays in the chair
Oh It's hoes in this house baby
Smell that good loud on me
Welcome to the south baby
It's just something bout this breeze
Good weed and my. Nigga
Scammer on dice
Coolin city just missed us
Boo ster pulling up talking prices they can get us
And them niggas down the street ain't f*cking with us
Use to bust owes down to Nickels
Use to cut hoes down the middle
No tussle wit baby just real em
Lil city nigga but they feel him
Wrist chill baby chill
Let a nigga live
We ion do it for appeal
I got homies wit appeal Wishes
Cop a feel bitches
Pay they bills wit it, play the field Vivid
If you see a nigga ex tell her she can still get it
Own regret nan choice great a lesson came with it
I'm still here nigga
Mind, body, spirit
I got work in the a.m. should clear it

I ain't trynna hear it

I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It

I put on pumas on the check
You know I Zumba on the sack
At ravioli in the trap
Now what I gross is grotess
And what you net ain't no threat
You know I kill with thread
Throw me a wave and I tread
Lee just sent a text said they dead
Engine go fast love to wake that shit up
Bed of blue heads I Make that shit up
See what I talk couldn't make that shit up
Take me a loss Ima make that shit up
Look like a lie girl the way that sit up
Youngin got fie girl don't get em hit up
Click on my side and damn
Shit is Lit up
Off in your vibe
With us
Come and ride with a nigga under big city lights
Let me show you what a nigga from a lil city like
Blow it cuz a nigga known to get it right back let a young fly nigga take flight
Came from nothing we had to bubble up
Life beat us down had to knuckle up
Made a lil something had to double up
F*ck it, roll another one and pour another up

I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
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I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It

Party over here park the donk over there
Money on the floor bottles in the air
We grew up poe, in conditions that ain't fair
And we still came up swear a nigga took the stairs
This feel like a Real nigga affair
New jays in the chair
Oh It's hoes in this house baby
Smell that good loud on me
Welcome to the south baby
It's just something bout this breeze
Good weed and my. Nigga
Scammer on dice
Coolin city just missed us
Boo ster pulling up talking prices they can get us
And them niggas down the street ain't f*cking with us
Use to bust owes down to Nickels
Use to cut hoes down the middle
No tussle wit baby just real em
Lil city nigga but they feel him
Wrist chill baby chill
Let a nigga live
We ion do it for appeal
I got homies wit appeal Wishes
Cop a feel bitches
Pay they bills wit it, play the field Vivid
If you see a nigga ex tell her she can still get it
Own regret nan choice great a lesson came with it
I'm still here nigga
Mind, body, spirit
I got work in the a.m. should clear it

I ain't trynna hear it

I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It

I put on pumas on the check
You know I Zumba on the sack
At ravioli in the trap
Now what I gross is grotess
And what you net ain't no threat
You know I kill with thread
Throw me a wave and I tread
Lee just sent a text said they dead
Engine go fast love to wake that shit up
Bed of blue heads I Make that shit up
See what I talk couldn't make that shit up
Take me a loss Ima make that shit up
Look like a lie girl the way that sit up
Youngin got fie girl don't get em hit up
Click on my side and damn
Shit is Lit up
Off in your vibe
With us
Come and ride with a nigga under big city lights
Let me show you what a nigga from a lil city like
Blow it cuz a nigga known to get it right back let a young fly nigga take flight
Came from nothing we had to bubble up
Life beat us down had to knuckle up
Made a lil something had to double up
F*ck it, roll another one and pour another up

I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
I Should Be Trynna Sort My Life Out
But We Ain't Worried Bout That Right Now
Pour Another Cup Up, Past The Light Now
City Boy With It, City Boy With It
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Writer: Tarvarus Osborne
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: YMG Vee
Length: 2:49
Written by: Tarvarus Osborne

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