BaBy Boi - State City
Verse:Get out the red beams, vests, & you best call ya team/ cuz you know what's goin down when HNIC hit the scene/ It's a warfare from ya church to ya county fair/ Whereever you stay we ain't afraid to take it there/ When you wake up we the type of boys that be on ya front porch sittin in rockin chairs wit gasoline & a wooden torch/ You understand what I'm sayin/ see what the hell is goins on/ Don't tell me how to do this I've been here too long/ We move from city to state from state to city/ let's see count the green or get in between those t----s/ Pass my cup of Smirn Off wit my dutch dog/If you think it's game c'mon what's up dog/ Did I tell you punk bustas bout where I reside/ ATL young scrappy one of East Points Finest/ so next time you think twice about comin at me pimpin/ think six more cuz it's 8 bullets in you pimpin
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State City
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| Title:State City
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