Detroit Songtext
von 1up Tee
Detroit Songtext
Yo, you got back to back to back to back
I ain′t rappin'
Holy shit, man
1UP shit, we goin′ up
Out in LA with my bust on, bitch, I'm from Detroit
Chillin' with some badass Asian bitches, I′m like Ying Yang
My brother converted to Muslim, he don′t eat pork
But he still pop up in niggas' dreams, don′t go to sleep, boy
In my city, we don't call it money, call it dog shit
Where I′m from, we don't say he mad, we say dog sick
Aw shit, that ain′t Pastor T the boy, bitch
He the one that used to hit the mall and never bought shit
Now I'm the one these bitches ask for favors from
At the party suckin' bitches′ titties, they just gave a month
Tell a bitch don′t lie to me, it ain't April 1
She only cheatin′ 'cause you got that bitch on ankle cuffs
In my city, bitches bougie, they′ll hoe your ass
In my city, we get up, we don't know no dad
I be in that water with my stick like water polo class
Stop tellin′ your friends that you my dog when I don't know your ass
My BM keep textin' my phone, she tryna kill the vibe
Where I′m from, we say it′s on the floor, it's to the ceilin′ now
Short bitch actin' weird all in the club, I told her get a life
Mama say stop fuckin′ with the killers, got my image hot
That's your heart ′cause when it go up, I know they gon' throw
All the shit that I been through, nigga, they don't know
313 Shit, but I got niggas in the 810
Old bitch tryna get back with me, bitch, that was eight months ago
In my city, we don′t call it money, call it dog shit
Where I′m from, we don't say he mad, we say dog sick
Aw shit, that ain′t Pastor T the boy, bitch
He the one that used to hit the mall and never bought shit
In my city, we don't mess around, we get the money
Where I′m from, we playin' PA with no bitch in public
In my city, we don′t sit down, we get into somethin'
I was young and I was bad as hell 'cause I ain′t get in trouble
In my city, you don′t call it money, call it pape'
In my city, we don′t say you dumb, we call you laced
Family over money, that's just how we operate
How much dog shit I done made? I made a lot today
1UP shit, we goin′ up
I ain′t rappin'
Holy shit, man
1UP shit, we goin′ up
Out in LA with my bust on, bitch, I'm from Detroit
Chillin' with some badass Asian bitches, I′m like Ying Yang
My brother converted to Muslim, he don′t eat pork
But he still pop up in niggas' dreams, don′t go to sleep, boy
In my city, we don't call it money, call it dog shit
Where I′m from, we don't say he mad, we say dog sick
Aw shit, that ain′t Pastor T the boy, bitch
He the one that used to hit the mall and never bought shit
Now I'm the one these bitches ask for favors from
At the party suckin' bitches′ titties, they just gave a month
Tell a bitch don′t lie to me, it ain't April 1
She only cheatin′ 'cause you got that bitch on ankle cuffs
In my city, bitches bougie, they′ll hoe your ass
In my city, we get up, we don't know no dad
I be in that water with my stick like water polo class
Stop tellin′ your friends that you my dog when I don't know your ass
My BM keep textin' my phone, she tryna kill the vibe
Where I′m from, we say it′s on the floor, it's to the ceilin′ now
Short bitch actin' weird all in the club, I told her get a life
Mama say stop fuckin′ with the killers, got my image hot
That's your heart ′cause when it go up, I know they gon' throw
All the shit that I been through, nigga, they don't know
313 Shit, but I got niggas in the 810
Old bitch tryna get back with me, bitch, that was eight months ago
In my city, we don′t call it money, call it dog shit
Where I′m from, we don't say he mad, we say dog sick
Aw shit, that ain′t Pastor T the boy, bitch
He the one that used to hit the mall and never bought shit
In my city, we don't mess around, we get the money
Where I′m from, we playin' PA with no bitch in public
In my city, we don′t sit down, we get into somethin'
I was young and I was bad as hell 'cause I ain′t get in trouble
In my city, you don′t call it money, call it pape'
In my city, we don′t say you dumb, we call you laced
Family over money, that's just how we operate
How much dog shit I done made? I made a lot today
1UP shit, we goin′ up
Writer(s): Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Terrance Brantley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
