Action Bronson, Jeff Woods - In The City lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Jeff Woods - In The City lyrics]
In the city of big dream and bright lights
What you see is what you
Get so motherfucker look twice
Hard times, just tryna get by
I remember a night when I was tryna get high
So much stress
New at the game but I learn quick
Everything I purchase I've earned it
You can catch me in suburban swervin'
Window half down think I'm German
Hit the tree's now I'm bent
Use febreeze for the scent
Hide the G's in a vent so you see
The boy wiggle the keys to the Benz
One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing
Queens represent
After we shoot we throw the tec out
At least 10 stacks when I step out
Through explanations from the chefs mouth
No more stress
Tires screech for the iron I
Reach reclining the seat now you sleep
The shit is pure have you grinding your teeth
See a smile on ya face
But you dying underneath
What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting
Jewerly on the wave runner
Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter
Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer
Ate dinner while they played the whispers
I had the fish it was the delicious
Had hibiscus syrup
Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up
Have a beer, pull a chair up
There's some things we got to clear up
I'm the motherfucking man, dyke
Big stack of money with the rubber band tight
Lie with the left, shake hands right
Thank you for coming good night
What you see is what you
Get so motherfucker look twice
Hard times, just tryna get by
I remember a night when I was tryna get high
So much stress
New at the game but I learn quick
Everything I purchase I've earned it
You can catch me in suburban swervin'
Window half down think I'm German
Hit the tree's now I'm bent
Use febreeze for the scent
Hide the G's in a vent so you see
The boy wiggle the keys to the Benz
One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing
Queens represent
After we shoot we throw the tec out
At least 10 stacks when I step out
Through explanations from the chefs mouth
No more stress
Tires screech for the iron I
Reach reclining the seat now you sleep
The shit is pure have you grinding your teeth
See a smile on ya face
But you dying underneath
What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting
Jewerly on the wave runner
Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter
Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer
Ate dinner while they played the whispers
I had the fish it was the delicious
Had hibiscus syrup
Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up
Have a beer, pull a chair up
There's some things we got to clear up
I'm the motherfucking man, dyke
Big stack of money with the rubber band tight
Lie with the left, shake hands right
Thank you for coming good night