Come To My City RMX lyrics

[Testo di "Come To My City RMX" ft. Tedua & IZI]

[Intro: IZI]
Wild B, baby

[Ritornello: Big Vibe, IZI & Tedua]
Come to my city, then I blow in the gang here with me
With gboow, thing go make you sound, this b*tch n*gga think we playing (Oh) [?] (Yes, sh*t, n*gga)
I pow-pow with the .32, on your block now to get busy (Oh, Drilliguria)
And you won't move, I tell my n*gga Kunle you gon' have it
Have it come to my city, then I blow in the gang here with me
With gboow, thing go make you sound, this b*tch n*gga think we playing
I pow-pow with the .32, on your block now to get busy (Oh)
And you won't move, I tell my n*gga Kunle you gon' have it, have it

[Strofa 1: Big Vibe]
I can't stop [?] (You know)
Search my name, I'm one of the best
One thing I will never do is to love a b*tch that are b*tch b*tch damn rich
I can't change because I'm too real
I'm sorry, girl, this life we live
Yeah, I will never give up on this time ride
Then I promise I will take the throne
This my city now, I see the pressure blow
We all gon' ready to [boni/bone it?] [?] bono, bono on
Never forget I have a lovely heart
Don't get me f*cked up now
Two of my bag, one is black and take the blanket out, ehi
I'on wanna go snitch when I hit the fame
n*ggas distract but take your luggage
Can't trust your soul, look for my blood
n*gga, your b*tch stole your place
Look where you [shackle] go bust your brain
n*gga want me direct the key
n*gga want me direct the key (Oh)
n*gga want me direct the slide, slide, slide
[Strofa 2: Tedua & IZI]
Italdrill, G-G al TG, no in gita (Ah)
Sì, sei g di c. sativa
Qui la street non ti dà l'IVA
Ma incidi i CD in cantina (Eh)
Cogo, record, titolare come Lebron
Dri-Drill god, let go, per strada mi chiamano "Diego"
Homie, fotti Tedua, che sbatti
Parlano i fatti, scappano infatti
Dammi i contanti, grammi contati
Parli con gli altri, sgami più falsi, babbi ruffiani (Come?)
Non ci passi in via Prè, giri in largo come a Caracas (Via)
Da Rachid per il tè, palle in bocca, suoni maracas (Via)
Genova Porto Antico, cellophane sopra il chilo
Ve-ve-vengo dal blocco, cocco in frigo
Sembra di stare in Porto Rico
Sono popo', fumo il focolare, ti do fuoco
Sono bipolare con il tocco
Non guardare male se no choco, C-C-Cogo

[Ritornello: Big Vibe]
Have it come to my city, then I blow in the gang here with me
With gboow, thing go make you sound, this b*tch n*gga think we playing
I pow-pow with the .32, on your block now to get busy (Oh)
And you won't move, I tell my n*gga Kunle you gon' have it, have it