Lyrics to Sin City
Another one
It's so cold so let's go to Sin City
I can't go long I want you to swim with me
Inch back on me, and talk with me
I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me
The Jag came in ready (Ooh)
Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That)
She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket
I got everything that she wanted
Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more
I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up
Now I got a killer, they don't call backup
Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up
(Mmm) (Mmm)
Get the fuck up out your spot if you ain't gettin' your racks up
Don't let brodie go broke, I got place for hella masks up
I got angels over me, ain't talkin' to your pastor
I hit that bitch from the back and then turn to Casper
I'm going longer and sure that shit faster
This my only way out, I ain't got a backup
I be gettin' sidetracked just to get my stack up
Imma take a day off, that shit doesn't matter
I wanna fuck foreigners because that ass is fatter
I wanna get a new whip and make a tommy faster
I ain't got no limit, I ain't finna slow down
Know a bitch named Mary, and you know she go 'round
There's some niggas I don't like, so I keep my pole 'round
Niggas got potential, I hope he put the snow down
Can't control a nigga, I'm focused on my own route
It's so cold so let's go to Sin City
I can't go long I want you to swim with me
Inch back on me, and talk with me
I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me
The Jag came in ready (Ooh)
Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That)
She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket
I got everything that she wanted
Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more
I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up
Now I got a killer, they don't call backup
Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up
It's so cold so let's go to Sin City
I can't go long I want you to swim with me
Inch back on me, and talk with me
I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me
The Jag came in ready (Ooh)
Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That)
She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket
I got everything that she wanted
Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more
I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up
Now I got a killer, they don't call backup
Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up
(Mmm) (Mmm)
Get the fuck up out your spot if you ain't gettin' your racks up
Don't let brodie go broke, I got place for hella masks up
I got angels over me, ain't talkin' to your pastor
I hit that bitch from the back and then turn to Casper
I'm going longer and sure that shit faster
This my only way out, I ain't got a backup
I be gettin' sidetracked just to get my stack up
Imma take a day off, that shit doesn't matter
I wanna fuck foreigners because that ass is fatter
I wanna get a new whip and make a tommy faster
I ain't got no limit, I ain't finna slow down
Know a bitch named Mary, and you know she go 'round
There's some niggas I don't like, so I keep my pole 'round
Niggas got potential, I hope he put the snow down
Can't control a nigga, I'm focused on my own route
It's so cold so let's go to Sin City
I can't go long I want you to swim with me
Inch back on me, and talk with me
I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me
The Jag came in ready (Ooh)
Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That)
She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket
I got everything that she wanted
Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more
I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up
Now I got a killer, they don't call backup
Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up
