Fuck Da City Up Lyrics - T.i.

This for my niggas on the block dodging one time 

Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine 

Put ya middle fingers in the air one time 

Ride wit me, fuck the city up one time 

Fuck the city up 

Fuck the city up 

Fuck the city up 

Fuck the city up one time 

Fuck the city up 

Fuck the city up 

Fuck the city up 

Fuck the city up one time 

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Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove 

All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll 

Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch 

So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous 

We living out your fantasies, suckas can't handle this 

They know we run the city shawty it's unanimous 

Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four 

K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days? 

Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag 

Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag 

I'm no longer poppin' tags I just let 'em hang 

Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang 

And I ain't frontin', straight by the book--G Code 

Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat 

Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat 

Jeezy fuckin' wit me and we fuckin' up the city ho 

I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off 

So much Louie shit it looking like it knock off 

Violation, that'll get ya ass knocked off 

Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce 

Ever see me in the club with my shades off 

It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost 

28-5 yeah that's my cost 

Bitch my closet so big I swear I got lost 

What? Yeah I think I'm gon' need a map 

We throw them birdies in the pool make 'em swim a lap 

Whip it counterclockwise, that's the backstroke 

Bitch my chain so big look like my back broke 

Yeah we 'bout to fuck the city up, go broke 

Bitch I'm balling so hard I need the whole court 

Six spots in one night they call it club hopping 

That new Tip and Jizzle shit, it got the club rocking 

I'm talkin' A-Town shit, ex lean pound bit 

Chopper, fifty round clip 

Keep it with me, I 'on't slip 

Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise 

Got a O of presidential, bitch I'm blowin' that Obama 

Yeah I'm talkin' plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R 

You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car 

When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star 

Hope the feds don't stop me, life sentence in the car 

Hey boy we spittin, reminiscin' bout when we was in the kitchen 

Representin', niggas payin' bitches need to pay attention 

And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L 

Do it for my nigga Big Meech and B.M.F. nigga 

Nigga, all I blow is strong bitch I'm straight for the week 

Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks 

Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets 

Bitch it's shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep