You gonna love me You gonna love me, man! is wiz khlaifa! Uh, black out, yes! Cd in the building Pitsburg stand up real quick for your prince right now I'm about to show you niggers And why wiz khalifa is the prince of the city Listen, listen, listen!
Young dude, you get off in Niggas often handy Respect you fools you soft as panties And no other rapper fame like mine Disagree, I remove your top, help you change your minde Cock sucker what your life about We're on that add with our pipes out City seen nigger life's out! That's the definition that is black thing We being black out thing and slaying hurts for these ladies And in the I wanna step up, get it a lot of things that will make a mess of you And I don't sell weed I don't sell, dope I roll with the gang, of fools that leave a smile on your throat To see games, soon as we stump in a place Not notheing on my waist but don't think, no want to mistake Leave anyone you met in your life, as you if you're running my space Dog, that could get you punched in your face Or you could run butt naked, have you runnin the place No jewels, no shoes, I'm nigger with no rules Dudes, don't understand what I'm getting at? The whole concept is pitiful, so when I'm done ..these twins no longer be identical I do got respect for anyone thats real But all hail the true prince of the city is still and thats (Meeeeeee) Listen man, it's still the song she's singing to you Yow niggers gonna love me, man! You might not want to, but it's hard, I'm the prince of the city and still! And thats (meee), listen! Shuts start to my nigger, let's collapse on my nigger listen, uh!(meeeee) I speak to you, dough I'm the true prince of the city Do the artist formerly none Now keep that thing, gotta keep that Reaching for the lord, dog, release that bling When I step in the place. stole grands on me Downs, with their hands on me You're sick of searching and niggas with punch lines Well known to heart pride
All mouth doing like a buck fifty on a strip It's no way you gonna hold me I rap sick, and I put the Ok, get a cracking for the war I'm sixteen, the eighteen, when it's back for the war! I'm way big, no I'm better than him Keep suffering on me with a .. I call 'em double mint twins This are all streets, and trespass, and you get bust back You can for everything down to your bus pass And when I buck fast, niggers dunk fast And if you get hit ain't notheing left but your mustache And niggers imitate the team we are But I roast you burn niggers like cdr I do got respect for anyone real, but all hail the true prince of the city is stilland thats (meeee) And that's me! No doubt about it man And niggas can run that back It's o question, the prince of the city is still, nigger and thats (Meeeeee) And that's me, oh, oh! I'm feeling real good in here right now I'm feeling, invincible man And niggers let us sing the side of this one! Black out! black!(meeee) (Your gonna love me yes you are you better you better.....)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
