Can't Ban The Snowman [Clean]

Makin It Look Easy

We Did It Again

Still I Love It

Trap Star

Gangsta Party

Burnin Up

I'm Back

One's For CTE

Lil Buddy

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yo) (Woo) (Let’s Go) (Uh huh) (Skrrt!)

[Verse 1]
I’m the soul of my district
Mouth run like a misfit (brrra)
Poured up, now I’m twisted
Backroom with a vixen (yeah)
She wild, got ambition
Grind mode, no intermission (woo)
Used to move with suspicion
Now it’s Maybach editions (let's go!)
Ten deep at the table
All my dawgs been official (wooh)
Used to wash off the pistol
Now we toast with the crystal (bling)
Had to fight for my place
Now the throne sentimental
Sayin’ grace while I’m eating
This steak too monumental (facts)

[Chorus]
I’m the flame in the city (skrrt)
Whole crew getting litty (lit)
Bad bitch, got no pity (nah)
Swear she ride like a Hemi (vroom)
Glizzy close to the kidney
Niga play, it get gritty (brrra)
She ain’t mine, just a quickie
But she still call me pretty (ha!)
I’m the flame in the city (uh huh)
Real ones ridin’ with me (yeah)
I be movin’ too swiftly
Niga broke, he iffy (woo)
Now the room getting drippy (drip)
She say “Jack, come kiss me”
Niga mad, come get me (yeah)
That .40 stay with me (pow!)

[Verse 2]
Threw the ones at the dancer
Got her shaped like a panther (woo)
She in love with the banter
Turned a scammer to a prancer (yeah)
Got a opp in Atlanta
He don’t pop, just banter (facts)
Bitch say I’m too handsome
Gave her face like a stanza (ugh)
Niga hate but he envy
Told my dawg, “Keep it trendy”
We was pushin' that Wendy
Now it's lobster and Henny (let's go!)
Got her head in my Fendi
She want love? Don’t tempt me
I just flex on the entry
Left the scene feelin' empty (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big boy talk, no whisper (nah)
Whole set got richer (wooh)
Snatched her off of a pitcher
Now she pose like a fixture (yeah)
Fucked once, then I ditched her
Told the bros I ain’t miss her
She in love with a swisher
But she dreamin' 'bout richer (facts)

[Chorus]
I’m the flame in the city (flame)
Whole crew getting litty (litty)
Bad bitch, got no pity (nah)
Swear she ride like a Hemi (vroom)
Glizzy close to the kidney (blrrr)
Niga play, it get gritty (brrra)
She ain’t mine, just a quickie (quick)
But she still call me pretty (yeah!)
I’m the flame in the city (flame)
Real ones ridin’ with me (with me)
I be movin’ too swiftly (fast)
Niga broke, he iffy (fuck him)
Now the room getting drippy (drip)
She say “Jack, come kiss me” (ha)
Niga mad, come get me (bitch)
That .40 stay with me (Pow!)

[Verse 3]
They was sleepin’ on me—(zzz)
Now I’m deep in they mentions (yeah)
Got a line full of bitches
Said my game’s too offensive (sheesh)
I was raised with the tension
Now I ball, no suspension (facts)
From the block to dimension
She pop out with extensions (glah!)
Talk slick, I might test ya (woo)
Hunnid deep in that Tesla
Niga fold under pressure
I just move like a wrestler (slam)
Ain’t no cap on my dresser
We just blast then we bless her
Turned a loss to a lecture
Turned a bitch to investor (woo!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Steppin' out like it’s nothing)
(She with me, no discussion)
(That’s facts—let’s go!)

Flame In The City [Prod. PMO Music]

Me Vs Writers Block

Burnin Up

Young Jeezy|Slick Pulla