paroles de chanson City On the Map - JTL Jaido

Matt, you're crazy

Uh, yeah, fuck a bitch, I'm really getting into it, baby
I'm in the kitchen whipping it up, like Ratatouille, baby
If you up in the studi, you ain't cooking, what the fuck you doing
You talking about some motion, I don't even see no fucking movement

Matt be going crazy on this bitch, I'm going stupid
I've been having dreams about this shit, I promise it ain't lucid
Boy, you better capitalize before you lose it
Why you always cappin' with lies, just tell the truth, bitch

Always tell the truth when I'm in the booth, you know how I do
I like a bitch that gon' keep it cute, but she down to shoot
They tell me, Jaido, you an animal, like you came out the zoo
My brother clutching it like Danimals, so what you trying to do

I'm in the mix, I need a whisk, only love money and my bitch
I'm knee deep up in that water, feel like Colin Kaepernick
3-2-1, I'm trying to put my city on the map and shit
Getting faded while I work, I feel like Dirk, I'm a Maverick

I'm high as kitchen cabinets while I'm rapping this
I'm flowing on it, y'all just paddling, boy, you not a jit
How you listen, but you hating on me, that don't make no sense
I know you wake up and you sad, boy, you broker than a bitch

I got that shit on me just like a Pull-Up, so go and pull up
I just smoked another two blunts, I'm smoking tulips
Yeah, bad bitch two of 'em, look me up on Google
I don't even gotta shoot 'em, I'm just gon' lose 'em

Yeah, I'm smoking on a blunt, that shit longer than a ruler
Yeah, she give me dumb head, yeah, I think she need a tutor
Yeah, I'm in your bitch head just like a tumor
I've been making heat, yeah, I'm trying to spread it like a rumor

I've been moving around just like a Rumba
Your bitch on my meat, she my number one consumer
I feel like the man, baby, yeah, I'm feeling super
Yeah, I'm really getting to it, watch me go hit my maneuver

It don't matter if it's raining, bitch, I smile and the sun out
Yeah, I'm only smoking gas, only difference, it don't run out
Yeah, I run it like it's track, boy, you looking like you run down
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Trapland, I give my bitch a pat down

Yeah, I said I want a GTR, I don't want no Scat Pack
Put my city on my back, yeah, I wear it like a backpack
Baby, I've been chasing cheese, yeah, I'm feeling like a fat rat
That boy tried to test me, what I look like, the FCAT