Fabby Davis Jr. - On Citas (Feat. Keak Da Sneak & IAmSu!) | Текст песни

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• On Citas (Feat. Keak Da Sneak & IAmSu!)

[Intro:]
On mamas
On citas, on mamas

[Hook: x2]
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems

[Verse 1:]
Your life pass through yo ass if I touch the grass
2-11, progress, no ski mask
Assholes and elbows, lie down to kiss Satan
That's the weakness nigga hatin, I'm out here motivatin
On bitches, citas – that's my word
So I jumped up off the porch, back right up the curb
But then on some herb, getting ready for the twist back
4-5 grams in the time just to twist that
Nigga talkin but they don't want that
On citas, finna top that right back
Droppin back in pocket, bout to hit some
And no frontin, let me tell ya, bullshit's nothing
Head blind, I'm putting hoes in the wall room
My movement 10 militants, straight goons
Head blind, I'm putting hoes in the wall room
My movement 10 militants, straight goons

[Hook: x2]
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems

[Verse 2:]
Hella proper, hella chopper
I saw the fly, tell the doctor
I'm the man, that's how I ride around like
I'm the whole thing, you a sound byte
Got yo city on, whole bay too
Hella bad ones fallin out of age too
Get money and I hate you
Turn around, say they made you
Well hate this then
With some young niggas ballin like pistence
Get lovin, ain't no way a nigga can't go
10 racks they show em, getting pesos
Like wooh, what's cookin?
Paid 200 for the mucus
Here beat, take a dookie
In the all-black whip lookin spooky

[Hook: x2]
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems

[Verse 3:]
They don't want problems, they don't want problems
Actin like gangstas but they don't want drama
Boy they be quiet when they put that lama
Put that on my citas and my grandmamma
Return of the skizzo, maniac flips
Oh that boy go yea yea
He party like a disco and disco
Go ahead, been waitin for that boy fatty just t bring it home
Some niggas was tryna turn it but they was doin it wrong
I was out for a minute but I'm right back on
Yup right back on, on in the middle of it
And I don't give a finger in the middle of it
Nigga yelling fuck em, fuck em
They was hatin on me
But shout out to the real niggas waitin on me
Don't gotta bring it back cause it ain't never left
That's Suzzie on the track, nigga rare yea

[Hook: x2]
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don't want problems

Take it down, take it down
Or bring it back up

Planned twist
Hipster girls get vanquished
Eatin rappers, treatin labels like banquettes
Ready to dominate, homie I'm anxious
Bring it back on the earth with me
Recognizing your certainty
Of a career in music but I still handle it perfectly
Reflectin the greats, deflectin the hate
Acceptin the challenge, I spit in their face
I reeled away, dimensions that I was cold
I say good, respect me like the truth
Smoking fruit, you know we close the boot
Keep the money on lock,
They are both, they come through with me
I'm on that with yo mind
Never try to be cool with me
Too busy writin rhymes, Gavin Springs I'm producing beats
I'm makin this money, don't try to take it from me
All this hell on earth, know exactly what I'm worth
She go real with my homies and turned em under the dirt
Stay for hoes in my business, I do that there for the church
Lookin for the real, you couldn't just search
Cause me and my gang finna bring it right down to earth

All the niggas are hothead in the kick
Niggas talk to you in they spirit, top rhyming an

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