Owning The City Lyrics

[Intro]

Amen
West end, Weston

[Chorus]

Women who cinnamon to vanilla, man
Feeling the energy from their venom, man
King of the west end grew up on Weston, yeah
The things I be doing owning the city, woah
The things I be doing owning the city
The things I be doing owning the

[Verse: Clairmont The Second]

New to the game but about the illest the dude in the game
Brought wingtips and a suit to the game
All these lames sound alike so they losing the same
Loosened my chains, people woke who oozing with fame
Girlies in pain, you know the dude is oozing with game They throwing it at me, how I'm suppose to live the same
Can't tell if it's God or Satan throwing women my way
Everybody happy for me ‘cause I'm all on their face
I run my side of my city not here to entertain, okay
I run my side of my city not here to entertain
The gentleman blessed with a holy hand but all can't be saved
Praying to God like what is their problem
Too ill to be overlooked hospitalize him
Quarantine tape wouldn't save the people outside here
Skill level Clairmont The Second, you not him why you here? Okay

(Chorus)

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