歌词
Y'all hoes done ****ed up
*****, don't make me come out, wig in a rubber band (Band)
Wait
Slap a ***** down with the **** shit
I'm talkin' to you ho
Y'all hoes better turn up
Enough is enough, *****
City Girls with the **** shit
Nah, don't blame it on you drunk ***** (Nah)
See we can wylin', hoe
The whole clique gon' follow hoe (*****)
Be at your door like dominoes
And your main ***** love me (Haha)
Bruh been tryna **** me
For the bread, walk him like a puppy (Walk him)
It ain't no love for you both side playin' hoes
Play with your kids or the radio, *****
Another comma, millionaire status
A cool one, twenty on the Patek
**** *****, magic
I live a poor ***** dreams (Yeah)
Coco Chanel me, please
Y'all hoes too dangerous (Dangerous)
In my comments, talkin' crazy (Crazy)
But I can't make no ***** famous (Nah)
City Girls ain't changing
But shit, how could you blame me? (Blame me)
Bein' me made me famous
******* sittin', no sports bra (Yeah)
**** a ***** in a sports car (Skrrt)
Spike his drink at a sports bar
Y'all hoes make me sick
Always cuffin' tricks
Calling phones, talkin' slick
Lil' *****, who taught you?
Mama should abort you
If you in my view, I would've pulled up and fought you
But I'm way up, you ******* too low
New ass, new teeth, *****, check out the glow (Period)
*****, don't make put my wig in a rubber band (Band)
Slap a ***** down with the **** shit (**** shit)
Y'all hoes better turn up
Didn't think ******* like us could do better
From Dade County, straight to Coachella
My heart cold, better bring two sweaters
And your best *****, we'll take whoever
Gutter *****, grace the cover of the billboards
Locked up, nominated, BET awards
City Girls, talk that shit they scream
Real ass *****, I ain't flex for streams
I'm fresh out, *****s comin' in varieties
I'm fightin' loss, fightin' demons and anxiety
I really used to sleep on palettes
Now I'm sittin' in the condo like it's a palace
Main ***** locked up, had to hold it down (Down)
With a baby in my stomach at the Rolling Loud (Facts)
Uh, kept you ******* out my game room (Period)
'Cause y'all the same fake hoes from the shade room (Shade room)
I came from runnin' outta stores to awards shows (Blessed)
Momma we made it, can't wait 'til you come home
Shoutout my gangs, I was seven months (Damn)
Me and baby son was too blessed up (Blessed up)
Now everybody want a verse from us
All the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us
Bought a bag to the hood when I touchdown (Touchdown)
Did this shit for Dade County', yeah we up now
Miami, don't make me put this wig in a rubber band again
(Put this wig in a rubber band again)
Still the same, ain't changed,
Just changed where I live (Ain't changed, Just changed where I live)
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