In my City/Pumped up kicks

Misa! Misa!

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(Yuh, yeah, yeah, Okay Okay) (Yeah, huh, huh, huh, Okay Okay) I told em where you at, is you in my city Just mixed the Roxy, with the Oxy, got me dizzy In a Jaguar, no McGuire, I ain't a Lizzy And I'm smoking on that loose leaf, baby this ain't no Stiiizy Choppa get to cooking, like that bitch is rizzing Me winning, yeah that shit is written And like I said, none of this shit is written Off the top, top get to spinning Drop top, wheels spinning, whip suspended Long hair, catch the breeze, get to whipping Crack the seal, then I get to sipping Then my top, top get to spinning Get to spinning on a bitch, like a fidget The way my finger pulling on the trigger, it's itching The way I'm counting up these sacks, must be blitzing And I'm really in the air, I feel like Blitzen Bitch I'm rolling up, yeah I'm blitzed At the mall catching laces, like some mitts (Whoo) They tryna put the puzzle together, it don't fit You just putting clothes on, that ain't no fit You ain't really on your grind, you on some poser shit Break a bitch jaw, he on his Tyler Posey shit Reach for the blick, I'm on my Josie shit Fostering my people, looking like I'm Jodie bitch Choppa get to shooting, like it's pumped up kicks These ain't no regular kicks, these some fucking Rick's Half Evil on the hoodie, shirt Misfits I'm the odd one out, like a misfit Grill in my mouth, bitch I get to lispin Shut your mouth, shut your eyes, just listen Bitch I'm going stupid, going dumb, going demented Really had to work hard, I ain't no rich kid I was meant for this shit, I didn't pick it Finna ball on em, like I'm picking I won't pass the rock, baby I ain't Pippin I'm 23, smoking 5, they be smoking .3 Im off the molly lil bitch . 3 And I stay on point like a PG Eegckk I told em where you at, is you in my city Just mixed the Roxy, with the Oxy, got me dizzy In a Jaguar, no McGuire, I ain't a Lizzy And I'm smoking on that loose leaf, baby this ain't no Stiiizy Choppa get to cooking, like that bitch is rizzing Me winning, yeah that shit is written And like I said, none of this shit is written Off the top, top get to spinning (Whoo)