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Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy waterRich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtapeProbably shouldn't be driving, it just got so much harderCan't even see straight, I can't even see straightOh, fuck with me, I buy the shotsLive a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lotBut I'm the truth that's right I fucking said itThe living proof that you ain't gotta die to get to heavenYou Girl, you right there, you look like you like this shitHow'd I know, how'd I know? That's me on some psychic shitI could lie a lot if you ask me about my where-aboutsBut I might talk that real if you ask me what I care aboutRappin' bitches, rappin' bitches bitchesAnd rappin' rappin' an' bitches until all of us switchesI swear, it's been two years since somebody ask me who I wasI'm the greatest, man, I said that before I knew I wasThat's what's important and what happened before thisWhen me and my crew as all about this rapper from New OrleansSinging "walking like a man, finger on the triggerI got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, ah"With fame on my mind, my girl on my nervesI was pushing myself to get something that I deserveThat was back in the days, Acura daysI was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my waysPeople always ask how I got my nice thingsLetras de cancionesTake my crown to the grave, I'm an underground kingI bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever toldCause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've been on a rollAnd I do it for the city, cause you know the city love itNigga, do it for the city, cause you know the city love itNigga, do it for the city, cause you know the city love itNigga, do it for the city, (UGK fuck these other niggas)Sometimes I need that romance, sometimes I need that pole danceSometimes I need that stripper that's gon' tell me that she don't danceTell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound goodDo me like the women from my town wouldLeather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floorsTalking all the good things, that's all I'm really good forMemphis Tennessee no, see I start to go deep backAnd rich crust with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-MackAnd these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouthAnd they rockin' furs like it's snowing in the southAnd every pretty girl tell me that's the shit that she likeSo why am I a classic, this is who I'm trying to be likeSo I drop out, lessons I was taught are quick to fadeAs soon I realize that term-end papers they won't get me paidIf I don't nothing I'm a ballI'm countin all day like a clock on the wallYeah need that, making major changes to the life I'm livingI had no choice, I had to prove I made the right decisionsThat was back in the days, Acura daysI was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my waysPeople always ask how I got my nice thingsTake my crown to the grave, I'm an underground kingI bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever toldCause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've been on a rollAnd I do it for the city, cause you know the city love itNigga, do it for the city, cause you know the city love itNigga, do it for the city, cause you know the city love itNigga, do it for the city, (UGK fuck these other niggas) From Letras Mania