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Common My City

city of Chicago, the state of confusion The style I'm using is free or at least it would be if my mind was Peep, I'm behind 'cuz I didn't handle my function

Oversættelse: Common. My City (Feat. Mylik Yusef).

people fucking to strawberry letter 23 Now we're both laughing (Bitch) Maybe I'll blow you Whatever kind of kisses you want Because you've got so much in common With my

I had to work for my name to survive, damn Im lucky to be alive, The rooftops block any rain out Im in the booth and im letting all my pain out, I feel

your gun representen shaw town to the fullest raps are bullets see those rappers they be dunken when comm be bucken in the kitchen f**ken on the sink got my momma a mink common

show where I got my close up? Its all good I got it on Tivo 'Ye called me and my mama said "I think its time to sign" Got signed 'round the time Common

" And if my phone doesn't ring, then leave it after the pound 'Cause I be up in the air, more than I do on the ground My city is on my hat, and I'm wearin

Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas This is business strictly, step to my

a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole