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(Out the city)
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches standing (free JT)
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (hold it down)
These hoes just hate to give me credit (never)
It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (haha)
My hair long, we could bet it (we could bet it)
Wig's off, but I got the most edges (lil' bitch)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
It happened overnight, so I understand the hatin'
Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas (ballin')
50K tab and Chanel on the latest (ow)
G-Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy (sheesh)
Check my DM, another rapper wanna f*ck me (ow)
Ap on my arm, matter fact I got a two (two)
Move my family out West like boss bitches do (boss bitch)
All my life I've been going against the odds (odds)
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss-ass bitches
Who made it on their own, and they shittin' on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know (let him know)
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go (gotta go)
Ride back to where you met him
These f*ck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can get y'all asses outta there
We gon' f*ck the game up when I come home
(This call is from a federal prison)
Period (talk that shit JT)
When I was doin' time, y'all hoes was doin' fine
But when I come home, it's over for y'all hoes
Get they ass, Miami
The City Girls be the hottest in the county (period)
Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real Brownlee (facts)
I came up under hustlers
To the street shit, a bitch been accustomed (been accustomed)
But lemme chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings (in my feelings)
Can't let 'em sidetrack me from the millions (never)
I got a message for you internet bitches
Start worryin' 'bout your motherf*ckin' children
F*ck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch, period (period)
Matter fact, I don't see a rap bitch, period (ow, ow)
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it (nah)
Wait 'til my sister come home (JT)
We gon' really get these motherf*ckers gone (get 'em gone)
We gon' really put these bitches in the zone (in the zone)
And show 'em that the City Girls really puttin' on, period (facts)
I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys
Who be holdin' me the f*ck down through mail and CorrLinks
Get they ass, Miami, don't let up on them hoes
F*ck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry about they motherf*ckin' kids
And worry about they baby daddies f*ckin'
F*ck, when I come home
Period, game over
City Girls - Girl Code Album Lyrics
City Girls - Girl Code Lyrics
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Diamond Blue Smith, Kinta Cox, Zavier White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
On The Low
F*ck me in the Sprinter (Sprinter)
F*ck me in the jet (in the jet)
F*ck me everywhere (everywhere)
I need brain on the train (on the train)
Let's leave stains on the plane (on the plane)
6-9 in London (uh)
I'm that kind of woman (uh)
Who am I, trying that fun shit? (uh)
She still cum with a slump dick (ooh)
We could be flying across the world
But I ain't coming if you cum quick (uh)
Threesome with a foreign bitch (foreign bitch)
I might try drugs, get more lit (yup)
I ain't never been a part of a orgy (nah)
But if the birds can't reach the top floor, I'll enjoy it (ha)
I wanna travel 'round the world just to f*ck you (f*ck you)
I wanna travel 'round the world just to suck you (suck you, haha)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
F*cking in private (shh)
Phone on silent
You make a bitch shy, but tonight we're wilding (ay)
Nigga, we creeping, I got you saved under pizza man (pop up)
'Cause every time I want the dick, you deliver it
You my lil' secret, can't escape this
Boy, we got a bond
Ain't no bitch can break this (nah)
I won't drop a dime on the 'gram, they can't take it
They wanna know so bad, but this shit so sacred
You ain't on my page, but you in my guts (yup)
F*ck it up
Call me when you wanna f*ck, let's keep in touch (ay)
Location sent, pull up dark tint
F*cking in a Benz, I won't drop a hint (I ain't gon' tell nobody)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
F*ck me in the jet (in the jet)
F*ck me everywhere (everywhere)
I need brain on the train (on the train)
Let's leave stains on the plane (on the plane)
6-9 in London (uh)
I'm that kind of woman (uh)
Who am I, trying that fun shit? (uh)
She still cum with a slump dick (ooh)
We could be flying across the world
But I ain't coming if you cum quick (uh)
Threesome with a foreign bitch (foreign bitch)
I might try drugs, get more lit (yup)
I ain't never been a part of a orgy (nah)
But if the birds can't reach the top floor, I'll enjoy it (ha)
I wanna travel 'round the world just to f*ck you (f*ck you)
I wanna travel 'round the world just to suck you (suck you, haha)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
F*cking in private (shh)
Phone on silent
You make a bitch shy, but tonight we're wilding (ay)
Nigga, we creeping, I got you saved under pizza man (pop up)
'Cause every time I want the dick, you deliver it
You my lil' secret, can't escape this
Boy, we got a bond
Ain't no bitch can break this (nah)
I won't drop a dime on the 'gram, they can't take it
They wanna know so bad, but this shit so sacred
You ain't on my page, but you in my guts (yup)
F*ck it up
Call me when you wanna f*ck, let's keep in touch (ay)
Location sent, pull up dark tint
F*cking in a Benz, I won't drop a hint (I ain't gon' tell nobody)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
Boy, our business is our business, not nobody else (nobody)
We can't do this on the ground, let's keep it to ourselves (period)
Writer: Darnell Matthew, Jatavia Johnson, Teiron Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing
Panties An Bra
When you come to the spot (come to the spot)
I'm taking it off (taking it off)
Open the door (open the door)
Just panties and bra (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Panties and bra (coming right off)
Open the door (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
I just wanna lay up (all day)
No wigs, no makeup (plain Jane)
No kids, no french's
Me, you, and let's hit some j's, boy (uh)
No kids, we could make some noise (you and me)
Got time, we could play with some toys (ooh-wee)
Turn your phone off
F*ck them calls you said you can't ignore
Ain't no feelings
We just chilling like two adults on this liquor
'Bout to make a porn (porn, porn, get it, get it)
Boy, I love it when you get right to the business
Lick it, stick it, damn, nigga
Yeah, you got me spoiled (damn, nigga)
When you come to the spot (come to the spot)
I'm taking it off (taking it off)
Open the door (open the door)
Just panties and bra (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Panties and bra (coming right off)
Open the door (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Me and you, that's a wonderful feeling (wonderful)
We ain't gotta f*ck, baby, chilling (yeah)
Maybe that'll change with some feelings
Biting on my neck with a lil' ass gripping
Meet me at the spot
Let's say a round three
Just bring that dick, a plan b, and Hennessy (we f*cking)
I just wanna lay up (lay up)
We been beefing, let's make up (let's make up)
Come out the streets, put your k's up (put it up)
Tell me when you coming, I'ma wait up (I'm waiting up)
When you come to the spot (come to the spot)
I'm taking it off (taking it off)
Open the door (open the door)
Just panties and bra (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Panties and bra (coming right off)
Open the door (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
I'm taking it off (taking it off)
Open the door (open the door)
Just panties and bra (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Panties and bra (coming right off)
Open the door (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
I just wanna lay up (all day)
No wigs, no makeup (plain Jane)
No kids, no french's
Me, you, and let's hit some j's, boy (uh)
No kids, we could make some noise (you and me)
Got time, we could play with some toys (ooh-wee)
Turn your phone off
F*ck them calls you said you can't ignore
Ain't no feelings
We just chilling like two adults on this liquor
'Bout to make a porn (porn, porn, get it, get it)
Boy, I love it when you get right to the business
Lick it, stick it, damn, nigga
Yeah, you got me spoiled (damn, nigga)
When you come to the spot (come to the spot)
I'm taking it off (taking it off)
Open the door (open the door)
Just panties and bra (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Panties and bra (coming right off)
Open the door (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Me and you, that's a wonderful feeling (wonderful)
We ain't gotta f*ck, baby, chilling (yeah)
Maybe that'll change with some feelings
Biting on my neck with a lil' ass gripping
Meet me at the spot
Let's say a round three
Just bring that dick, a plan b, and Hennessy (we f*cking)
I just wanna lay up (lay up)
We been beefing, let's make up (let's make up)
Come out the streets, put your k's up (put it up)
Tell me when you coming, I'ma wait up (I'm waiting up)
When you come to the spot (come to the spot)
I'm taking it off (taking it off)
Open the door (open the door)
Just panties and bra (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Panties and bra (coming right off)
Open the door (panties and bra)
Just panties and bra (coming right off)
Writer: Jatavia Johnson, Michael Clark, Teiron Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Twerk
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Throw that, twerk it
Shake that, bounce that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
(Action!)
Do it, baby, stick it, baby
Move it, baby, lick it, baby (do it)
Suck up on that click until that pussy got a hickie, baby (bounce)
Watch big, coulda bought a Range Rover (Range Rover)
Chain little, but I spent some change on it (change on it)
Nigga mad, I'ma put the gang on it (gang on it)
They'll die 'bout me, they'll bang on it (facts)
And that asshole got a li'l frame on it (ooww)
Pussy so good he got my name on it (Miami)
Itty-bitty-pretty
I'm the realest in the city
Only f*ckin' with the plug
Got a nigga worth a benj
Pourin' love, only talk about
Bands when he hit me
Chose him, he ain't pick me
We were never doin' quickies
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk (twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Yeah, I see you show dat
But is you 'gon throw dat
If you 'on't let me hold dat
You know where the door at (bye)
Li'l flexin' ass nigga, what is that shit? (What the f*ck is that?)
Must have me confused for a rap bitch (hold up)
Too rude for a soft nigga
Need a boss nigga, floss nigga
Who 'on't give a f*ck what it cost nigga (boss)
I could buy my own, but I'd rather spend y'all's nigga
Tell them pussy-ass hoes I don't want ya'll niggas
Got a penthouse up in the Mandarin (ooww)
So when you get this pussy, better handle it (catch it)
I'm a top-notch bitch, need some top-notch dick
Smooth like a G5 when you landin' it
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk (twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Yeah, I see you show dat (Twerk)
But is you 'gon throw dat (Twerk)
(Twerk)
(Twerk)
Yeah, I see you show dat (Twerk)
But is you 'gon throw dat (Twerk)
(Twerk)
Twerk
Twerk
Twerk, twerk
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk (twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Throw that, twerk it
Shake that, bounce that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
(Action!)
Do it, baby, stick it, baby
Move it, baby, lick it, baby (do it)
Suck up on that click until that pussy got a hickie, baby (bounce)
Watch big, coulda bought a Range Rover (Range Rover)
Chain little, but I spent some change on it (change on it)
Nigga mad, I'ma put the gang on it (gang on it)
They'll die 'bout me, they'll bang on it (facts)
And that asshole got a li'l frame on it (ooww)
Pussy so good he got my name on it (Miami)
Itty-bitty-pretty
I'm the realest in the city
Only f*ckin' with the plug
Got a nigga worth a benj
Pourin' love, only talk about
Bands when he hit me
Chose him, he ain't pick me
We were never doin' quickies
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk (twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Yeah, I see you show dat
But is you 'gon throw dat
If you 'on't let me hold dat
You know where the door at (bye)
Li'l flexin' ass nigga, what is that shit? (What the f*ck is that?)
Must have me confused for a rap bitch (hold up)
Too rude for a soft nigga
Need a boss nigga, floss nigga
Who 'on't give a f*ck what it cost nigga (boss)
I could buy my own, but I'd rather spend y'all's nigga
Tell them pussy-ass hoes I don't want ya'll niggas
Got a penthouse up in the Mandarin (ooww)
So when you get this pussy, better handle it (catch it)
I'm a top-notch bitch, need some top-notch dick
Smooth like a G5 when you landin' it
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk (twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Yeah, I see you show dat (Twerk)
But is you 'gon throw dat (Twerk)
(Twerk)
(Twerk)
Yeah, I see you show dat (Twerk)
But is you 'gon throw dat (Twerk)
(Twerk)
Twerk
Twerk
Twerk, twerk
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please (I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk (twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Writer: Jatavia Johnson, Caresha Brownlee, Percy Miller, Darwin Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Season
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (yup)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
It's that season, you gon' cut it or what?
I want an AP watch, is you gon' flood it or what?
Want a brand new whip, all black, gotta be new body
Wanna get my teeth done and get a new body
Spoiled lil' bitch, and you knew 'bout it (Facts)
So when I ask you for shit, don't get confused 'bout it (nigga)
Where the boosters?
Where the ones stealin' clothes at? (Where they at?)
Where the trappers? Where the scammers?
Where the zoes at? (Where they at?)
Put me in Dolce & Gabbana, put me in some new shit (yup)
F*ckin' with a raw bitch, only rock exclusives (haha)
Makeup, lashes, I gotta get my hair done
You like it when I grip that dick, so get my nails done
(For no reason)
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
Baby
First of all, bitch you got me f*cked up
I ain't blowin' shit unless I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Anyway, is you down to let my friends f*ck?
Wish I would go and buy a bird bitch a Benz truck
Buy you a couple things, couple thousand
That's what playas do (yeah)
And then you textin', talkin' 'bout your rent due, f*ck you
Answer this, how you a boss and you don't own shit?
Knowin' I ain't chasin' you, you know I got my own bitch
But nails done, hair done, all that shit cheap
Buy a different bitch a lacefront, seven days a week
All you post is Fashion Nova, all of a sudden, you want Gucci
Know I got a lot of money, you won't play me like I'm stupid
Bitch, please
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
I got my hand out, even when I don't need no handout (gimme that)
'Cause I'm a bad bitch, you gotta cash out (you know)
Talkin' big shit, what's your stash 'bout? (Where it's at?)
You say you gettin' money, we gon' see now (lemme see)
Nah, I can't settle for it (nah)
Blow a bag, I might squeeze you in my schedule for it
I glo'd up, it's a whole new level for it
I need your VISA and the pin to the debit for it (ha)
Ayy, it's that season
Good pussy, niggas know I got that leave-in (wet, wet)
I told him, "Blow a bag," he said give him a reason (boy, what?)
F*ck nigga, don't play with me pay up, or a bitch leavin' (period)
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (yup)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (yup)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
It's that season, you gon' cut it or what?
I want an AP watch, is you gon' flood it or what?
Want a brand new whip, all black, gotta be new body
Wanna get my teeth done and get a new body
Spoiled lil' bitch, and you knew 'bout it (Facts)
So when I ask you for shit, don't get confused 'bout it (nigga)
Where the boosters?
Where the ones stealin' clothes at? (Where they at?)
Where the trappers? Where the scammers?
Where the zoes at? (Where they at?)
Put me in Dolce & Gabbana, put me in some new shit (yup)
F*ckin' with a raw bitch, only rock exclusives (haha)
Makeup, lashes, I gotta get my hair done
You like it when I grip that dick, so get my nails done
(For no reason)
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
Baby
First of all, bitch you got me f*cked up
I ain't blowin' shit unless I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Anyway, is you down to let my friends f*ck?
Wish I would go and buy a bird bitch a Benz truck
Buy you a couple things, couple thousand
That's what playas do (yeah)
And then you textin', talkin' 'bout your rent due, f*ck you
Answer this, how you a boss and you don't own shit?
Knowin' I ain't chasin' you, you know I got my own bitch
But nails done, hair done, all that shit cheap
Buy a different bitch a lacefront, seven days a week
All you post is Fashion Nova, all of a sudden, you want Gucci
Know I got a lot of money, you won't play me like I'm stupid
Bitch, please
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
I got my hand out, even when I don't need no handout (gimme that)
'Cause I'm a bad bitch, you gotta cash out (you know)
Talkin' big shit, what's your stash 'bout? (Where it's at?)
You say you gettin' money, we gon' see now (lemme see)
Nah, I can't settle for it (nah)
Blow a bag, I might squeeze you in my schedule for it
I glo'd up, it's a whole new level for it
I need your VISA and the pin to the debit for it (ha)
Ayy, it's that season
Good pussy, niggas know I got that leave-in (wet, wet)
I told him, "Blow a bag," he said give him a reason (boy, what?)
F*ck nigga, don't play with me pay up, or a bitch leavin' (period)
It's that season (y'all know what time it is)
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
It's that season
Where niggas cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (yup)
Time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (ayy)
It's that season where niggas cut a check for no reason
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Dominique Jones, Esdras Terry Thelusma, Jatavia Johnson, Marvin Beauville, Darnell Emerson Matthew Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Broke Boy
If you a broke boy, stay the f*ck out my way
These niggas be lyin' on they dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch, so what the f*ck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick with a f*ckin' straight face
You said you f*cked Miami, we don't believe you
I'm too bad for you niggas, you gon' need proof
Lyin' on the 'Gram, puttin' on like you the man
You don't do what you want, you just do what you can
You ain't a boss, you be flexin' your lil' Cut
You ain't even eatin' right, I can see it in your gut
I'm a bad bitch, a savage bitch
A lot of niggas wish they could grab it
They can't have this, I know that shit get you mad
Every time you come around, I be holdin' out my hand
(Where the money at? Broke ass nigga
Put something in it, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Ha)
If you a broke boy, stay the f*ck out my way
These niggas be lyin' on they dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch, so what the f*ck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick with a f*ckin' straight face
It's always the niggas who ain't f*ck who got the most to say (Bye)
Oh, I'm a ho and a freak, but you gettin' played (At all)
Wouldn't let your broke ass eat it on a bad day (Never)
Keep me out your group chat, man, that shit lame (Lame)
Ol' scrub ass nigga
"Damn, baby, where my hug?" ass nigga
Always lookin' buzzed ass nigga (Tired ass)
I'm 'bout my money, so you know it's f*ck niggas (F*ck niggas)
F*ck 'em, I do 'em dirty, and I duck 'em (Facts)
Can't take you back, he turned nothing into something (Nah)
Callin' me bae 'round your boys, boy you buggin' (Boy, what?)
Told 'em we f*ckin', and you know we really wasn't (Never)
If you a broke boy, stay the f*ck out my way
These niggas be lyin' on they dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch, so what the f*ck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick with a f*ckin' straight face
These niggas be lyin' on they dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch, so what the f*ck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick with a f*ckin' straight face
You said you f*cked Miami, we don't believe you
I'm too bad for you niggas, you gon' need proof
Lyin' on the 'Gram, puttin' on like you the man
You don't do what you want, you just do what you can
You ain't a boss, you be flexin' your lil' Cut
You ain't even eatin' right, I can see it in your gut
I'm a bad bitch, a savage bitch
A lot of niggas wish they could grab it
They can't have this, I know that shit get you mad
Every time you come around, I be holdin' out my hand
(Where the money at? Broke ass nigga
Put something in it, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Ha)
If you a broke boy, stay the f*ck out my way
These niggas be lyin' on they dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch, so what the f*ck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick with a f*ckin' straight face
It's always the niggas who ain't f*ck who got the most to say (Bye)
Oh, I'm a ho and a freak, but you gettin' played (At all)
Wouldn't let your broke ass eat it on a bad day (Never)
Keep me out your group chat, man, that shit lame (Lame)
Ol' scrub ass nigga
"Damn, baby, where my hug?" ass nigga
Always lookin' buzzed ass nigga (Tired ass)
I'm 'bout my money, so you know it's f*ck niggas (F*ck niggas)
F*ck 'em, I do 'em dirty, and I duck 'em (Facts)
Can't take you back, he turned nothing into something (Nah)
Callin' me bae 'round your boys, boy you buggin' (Boy, what?)
Told 'em we f*ckin', and you know we really wasn't (Never)
If you a broke boy, stay the f*ck out my way
These niggas be lyin' on they dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Boy, I am not your bitch, so what the f*ck is you sayin'?
You just a nigga lyin' on your dick with a f*ckin' straight face
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Diego Iborra, Esdras Terry Thelusma, Jatavia Johnson, Marvin Beauville
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Act Up
(Earl on the beat)
[JT & Yung Miami]
Real ass bitch, give a f*ck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger
F*ckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga
Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your nigga
If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match that fake ass gold
I'm the realest bitch ever to you snake ass hoes
[JT & Yung Miami]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[Yung Miami]
It's Yung Miami, and I came to run my sack up (Yup)
Tired ass hoes on my page tryna track us (Ha)
Brand new chain, City Girls goin' Platinum (Facts)
I keep a baby Glock, I ain't fightin' with no random, period (Period)
You bitches weak, is you serious? (Ha ha)
I let him taste the pussy, now he actin' all delirious (Ow)
Did the dash in the Rover like it's Fast and Furious
She see my number in his phone, now you actin' curious (Bitch)
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it (Yup)
He a classy nigga rockin' Tom Ford (Classy)
I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me (Lil' bitch)
I bet your lil' brother wanna f*ck on me
Hood bitch, good pussy, I ain't average
Um, he can't come around without that cabbage (Nah)
Um, pop a pussy bitch quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[JT]
JT on the track, and you know I'm 'bout my paper
Pussy sweet, pussy tight, so he called it Lifesaver
If your ass a broke nigga, hell nah, I can't date ya
If your ass a rich nigga, I'ma f*ck ya 'til you ain't one
If that nigga a scammer, I'm turnin to a dancer (yup)
I make it clap like he got the right answer
Sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
He wanna freak, pussy pink, breast cancer
Oh, you like big butts, well I like big bucks
I don't care about your chain, nigga, or your big truck (nah)
Yeah, I know you gettin' it, but is you spendin' it?
Give a f*ck what a nigga got if he ain't givin' it
Ba-badass bitch, bad attitude (Yeah)
Nails done, hair done, ass too (Ow)
Your baby daddy f*ckin' me and suckin' me
He don't answer you, bitch, that's because of me (Period)
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[JT & Yung Miami]
Real ass bitch, give a f*ck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger
F*ckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga
Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your nigga
If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match that fake ass gold
I'm the realest bitch ever to you snake ass hoes
[JT & Yung Miami]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[Yung Miami]
It's Yung Miami, and I came to run my sack up (Yup)
Tired ass hoes on my page tryna track us (Ha)
Brand new chain, City Girls goin' Platinum (Facts)
I keep a baby Glock, I ain't fightin' with no random, period (Period)
You bitches weak, is you serious? (Ha ha)
I let him taste the pussy, now he actin' all delirious (Ow)
Did the dash in the Rover like it's Fast and Furious
She see my number in his phone, now you actin' curious (Bitch)
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it (Yup)
He a classy nigga rockin' Tom Ford (Classy)
I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me (Lil' bitch)
I bet your lil' brother wanna f*ck on me
Hood bitch, good pussy, I ain't average
Um, he can't come around without that cabbage (Nah)
Um, pop a pussy bitch quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[JT]
JT on the track, and you know I'm 'bout my paper
Pussy sweet, pussy tight, so he called it Lifesaver
If your ass a broke nigga, hell nah, I can't date ya
If your ass a rich nigga, I'ma f*ck ya 'til you ain't one
If that nigga a scammer, I'm turnin to a dancer (yup)
I make it clap like he got the right answer
Sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
He wanna freak, pussy pink, breast cancer
Oh, you like big butts, well I like big bucks
I don't care about your chain, nigga, or your big truck (nah)
Yeah, I know you gettin' it, but is you spendin' it?
Give a f*ck what a nigga got if he ain't givin' it
Ba-badass bitch, bad attitude (Yeah)
Nails done, hair done, ass too (Ow)
Your baby daddy f*ckin' me and suckin' me
He don't answer you, bitch, that's because of me (Period)
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Clout Chasin
Yung miami, ho
Jt on the track
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Stop clout chasin', ho, you don't want no beef (period)
I'm a pretty bitch, but we can take it to the streets (yeah)
I ain't playin' with you ho, ain't no ki-ki-ki (nah)
All my bitches trained to go, just on 1-2-3 (let's go)
Bitch, stay out my comments with all that shit unless you wanna fight
I'll pull up on you, you actin' blind, bitch, I said on sight
I'm tired of you hoes and you niggas sittin' 'round, actin' like dykes
Oh, you a man, you worried 'bout me? That is not aight (at all)
Bi-bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm straight
Stop sayin' that's your opinion, b-b-but bitch, that's hate
I don't give a f*ck about you broke, crusty, ass hoes
Bitch, you ain't fly, them your homegirl clothes (ho)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Clout chasin' ho, you picked the wrong one (yup)
Laid back, but try me, I'ma do dumb (stupid)
Keep that same energy, ho, don't run (nah)
Name a bitch that tried me, I don't know none (none)
Bitches sweet, worried 'bout me, get your ass beat (doo, doo)
Outta my comments with that hate, bitch I'm still gon' eat (facts)
Bitch, you just a profile, a little block and delete (delete)
All my niggas masked up, bitch, trick-or-treat
I'm strapped up, I'm iced out
A ho played, I'm poppin' out
Pissed a bitch off when I went and copped the roll' (skrrt)
All my bitches fly, we don't gotta share clothes (ah)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Jt on the track
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Stop clout chasin', ho, you don't want no beef (period)
I'm a pretty bitch, but we can take it to the streets (yeah)
I ain't playin' with you ho, ain't no ki-ki-ki (nah)
All my bitches trained to go, just on 1-2-3 (let's go)
Bitch, stay out my comments with all that shit unless you wanna fight
I'll pull up on you, you actin' blind, bitch, I said on sight
I'm tired of you hoes and you niggas sittin' 'round, actin' like dykes
Oh, you a man, you worried 'bout me? That is not aight (at all)
Bi-bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm straight
Stop sayin' that's your opinion, b-b-but bitch, that's hate
I don't give a f*ck about you broke, crusty, ass hoes
Bitch, you ain't fly, them your homegirl clothes (ho)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Clout chasin' ho, you picked the wrong one (yup)
Laid back, but try me, I'ma do dumb (stupid)
Keep that same energy, ho, don't run (nah)
Name a bitch that tried me, I don't know none (none)
Bitches sweet, worried 'bout me, get your ass beat (doo, doo)
Outta my comments with that hate, bitch I'm still gon' eat (facts)
Bitch, you just a profile, a little block and delete (delete)
All my niggas masked up, bitch, trick-or-treat
I'm strapped up, I'm iced out
A ho played, I'm poppin' out
Pissed a bitch off when I went and copped the roll' (skrrt)
All my bitches fly, we don't gotta share clothes (ah)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch that I'm not basic (not basic)
Pull up on that bitch and put them hands on her (doo, doo, doo)
If she keep cappin', then I'm layin' on her (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Told that lil' bitch stop clout chasin' (clout chasin')
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Give It A Try
Ohh, ahh
Ohh, ahh
Ohh, ahh
You better never lie, girl
So we can give this thing a try, girl
'Cause I've never felt the feelings that I'm feeling for you
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we can just give it a try
I ain't really got time for the f*ck shit (At all)
Niggas steady tryna put me on they f*ck-list
But it's not you, maybe it's the money
'Cause the grind don't stop, and the money keep callin'
I kinda wish I had time for it,
But that love shit not important
Yeah, I know
That the roses so red and the violets be blue
But I gotta tell the truth, when you ask, "What it do?"
He wanna ride me with his top laid back (Top off)
Late night for a midnight snack
But I ain't in the business of wastin' niggas' time
So if you tryna hit my line, then I gotta hit decline (Bye)
You better never lie, girl
So we can give this thing a try, girl
'Cause I've never felt the feelings that I'm feeling for you
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
I'm a city bitch, I don't know what love like (Nah)
Never had the perfect kiss or been hugged right
So nah, nigga, I might not give your ass a try
'Cause all men the same, all they ass do is lie
Yeah, I like the gifts, expensive ass shrimps (I like it)
But soon as I fall for you, you gon' up and dip
'Cause you don't even know me
You don't see the real, you just see the homie
On IG, half-naked, like it, scroll me (Like that)
But tell me what you gon' do when it's time to hold me
Huh, so you don't even got the answer
You can't handle a bitch badder than a temper tantrum
So maybe we can (Maybe we can just give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Maybe we could)
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we could give it a try, give it a try
Ohh, ahh
Ohh, ahh
You better never lie, girl
So we can give this thing a try, girl
'Cause I've never felt the feelings that I'm feeling for you
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we can just give it a try
I ain't really got time for the f*ck shit (At all)
Niggas steady tryna put me on they f*ck-list
But it's not you, maybe it's the money
'Cause the grind don't stop, and the money keep callin'
I kinda wish I had time for it,
But that love shit not important
Yeah, I know
That the roses so red and the violets be blue
But I gotta tell the truth, when you ask, "What it do?"
He wanna ride me with his top laid back (Top off)
Late night for a midnight snack
But I ain't in the business of wastin' niggas' time
So if you tryna hit my line, then I gotta hit decline (Bye)
You better never lie, girl
So we can give this thing a try, girl
'Cause I've never felt the feelings that I'm feeling for you
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
I'm a city bitch, I don't know what love like (Nah)
Never had the perfect kiss or been hugged right
So nah, nigga, I might not give your ass a try
'Cause all men the same, all they ass do is lie
Yeah, I like the gifts, expensive ass shrimps (I like it)
But soon as I fall for you, you gon' up and dip
'Cause you don't even know me
You don't see the real, you just see the homie
On IG, half-naked, like it, scroll me (Like that)
But tell me what you gon' do when it's time to hold me
Huh, so you don't even got the answer
You can't handle a bitch badder than a temper tantrum
So maybe we can (Maybe we can just give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Give it a try)
Maybe we can just give it a try (Maybe we could)
Maybe we can just give it a try
Maybe we could give it a try, give it a try
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Drip
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate (drip-drip-drip)
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private, won't ask politely
(Drip-drip-drip)
We're the hottest, these bitches know it, these niggas, too
I will call a bitch my sis and be f*ckin' on her boo (drip-drip-drip)
Jt, jt, jt (what?)
Ain't none of these bitches like me (no)
I don't need no mic to turn to a freak
My bread so dumb, but he still call me geeked
My pussy so wet, come plug up this heat (ow)
I'm so nasty, ass so fat, your nigga stare when he pass me
If I was you, I would hate me too (yup)
I be doin' shit bitches never do (yup)
I make a jealous bitch sick, yes, she got the flu
But don't try to be tough, it'll not be cute (period)
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate (drip-drip-drip)
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private, won't ask politely
(Drip-drip-drip)
We're the hottest, these bitches know it, these niggas, too
I will call a bitch my sis and be f*ckin' on her boo (drip-drip-drip)
M-i-a-m-i, keep a nigga on my side
And my main boo never trip 'cause this pussy good as shit
(Drip-drip-drip-drip)
Jt was in the benz, I have niggas sending bread
Pull them bickies to the side, I call that designer head (damn)
Eenie, meenie, moe, I f*ck him, I f*ck his bro
Do they love me? I don't know, 'cause I'm all about my dough (drip-drip-drip-drip)
Nigga, I don't wanna snuggle, let him f*ck, he wanna cuddle
You know I got that drip, you look down, you see a puddle
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate (drip-drip-drip)
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private, won't ask politely
(Drip-drip-drip)
We're the hottest, these bitches know it, these niggas, too
I will call a bitch my sis and be f*ckin' on her boo (drip-drip-drip)
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate (drip-drip-drip)
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private, won't ask politely
(Drip-drip-drip)
We're the hottest, these bitches know it, these niggas, too
I will call a bitch my sis and be f*ckin' on her boo (drip-drip-drip)
Jt, jt, jt (what?)
Ain't none of these bitches like me (no)
I don't need no mic to turn to a freak
My bread so dumb, but he still call me geeked
My pussy so wet, come plug up this heat (ow)
I'm so nasty, ass so fat, your nigga stare when he pass me
If I was you, I would hate me too (yup)
I be doin' shit bitches never do (yup)
I make a jealous bitch sick, yes, she got the flu
But don't try to be tough, it'll not be cute (period)
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate (drip-drip-drip)
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private, won't ask politely
(Drip-drip-drip)
We're the hottest, these bitches know it, these niggas, too
I will call a bitch my sis and be f*ckin' on her boo (drip-drip-drip)
M-i-a-m-i, keep a nigga on my side
And my main boo never trip 'cause this pussy good as shit
(Drip-drip-drip-drip)
Jt was in the benz, I have niggas sending bread
Pull them bickies to the side, I call that designer head (damn)
Eenie, meenie, moe, I f*ck him, I f*ck his bro
Do they love me? I don't know, 'cause I'm all about my dough (drip-drip-drip-drip)
Nigga, I don't wanna snuggle, let him f*ck, he wanna cuddle
You know I got that drip, you look down, you see a puddle
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate
Drip-drip-drip on a hundred
Y'all hoes hate (drip-drip-drip)
Icy, this pussy pricey, these niggas like me
Wanna buy me and fly me private, won't ask politely
(Drip-drip-drip)
We're the hottest, these bitches know it, these niggas, too
I will call a bitch my sis and be f*ckin' on her boo (drip-drip-drip)
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
What We Doin
(Air Fresher)
(The 90's)
Yup, haha
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
Girl, it's Friday night
We ain't kicked it in a while on a Friday night
It's time to step out on this Friday night
You actin' like an old lady
Girl, you probably right
Let me look up in the closet, see what I could wear
Check bank account, lemme see what I could spare
Baby daddy might trip, but I don't even care
You don't ever go out, he been out all year
Girl, you gon' get a bitch beat up
Child, please, what time we gon' meet up?
His soft ass ain't gon' do shit
But talk like he always do, bitch
You ain't nothing but trouble, sho' is
You my dawg, and I love you
Hold on, let me try to hit his mama
To see if babysitting ain't a problem (period)
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
Damn, thank God I ain't his baby mama (uh-uh)
A bitch like to party
Made that nigga wear a condom
My best bitch 'bout to piss her baby daddy off (yup)
In the club, bow-legged with the stank walk (ow)
Aye, where we going? What we doing? (where it's at?)
No posting, niggas watching how we moving (no snapping)
You know we turnt up to a City Girls song (where the bag at?)
F*ck that nigga, phone on airplane mode
Aye, you been grinding (yup)
You been working hard, bitch, it's perfect timing (yup)
Show your ass at least one time, bitch (yup)
If your baby daddy call, decline it, period
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
(The 90's)
Yup, haha
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
Girl, it's Friday night
We ain't kicked it in a while on a Friday night
It's time to step out on this Friday night
You actin' like an old lady
Girl, you probably right
Let me look up in the closet, see what I could wear
Check bank account, lemme see what I could spare
Baby daddy might trip, but I don't even care
You don't ever go out, he been out all year
Girl, you gon' get a bitch beat up
Child, please, what time we gon' meet up?
His soft ass ain't gon' do shit
But talk like he always do, bitch
You ain't nothing but trouble, sho' is
You my dawg, and I love you
Hold on, let me try to hit his mama
To see if babysitting ain't a problem (period)
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
Damn, thank God I ain't his baby mama (uh-uh)
A bitch like to party
Made that nigga wear a condom
My best bitch 'bout to piss her baby daddy off (yup)
In the club, bow-legged with the stank walk (ow)
Aye, where we going? What we doing? (where it's at?)
No posting, niggas watching how we moving (no snapping)
You know we turnt up to a City Girls song (where the bag at?)
F*ck that nigga, phone on airplane mode
Aye, you been grinding (yup)
You been working hard, bitch, it's perfect timing (yup)
Show your ass at least one time, bitch (yup)
If your baby daddy call, decline it, period
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
House super clean (clean)
Fridge on full (full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night
Where we going? What we doing?
Party all night, where we going? What we doing?
Writer: Ijah Cheatham-Stoute, Jatavia Johnson, Kinta Cox
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
Trap Star
I got that million-dollar pussy (yeah)
And a million-dollar nigga (yeah)
Got a million-dollar budget (yeah)
F*ck him right, it could get bigger (ow)
Rich niggas in the building ready to spend that shit
And I ain't tryna miss out worrying 'bout now hating ass bitch (period)
I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches, I'm a rap star (tap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Once I bend it over, lil' bitches over (told y'all)
Got your nigga in the back with his hands all over (woo)
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Ask yo' nigga, do he love Resha?
Where the d-boys at?
Let a real bitch trap with 'cha (where they at)
I know them hoes be hating, but I don't f*ck with 'em
His money looking funny
On to another nigga (period)
Different foreign's outside, all push-start
Get what I want out these niggas, then I cut 'em off (bye)
'Cause you know it ain't shit free
And plus a bitch got options
All these niggas wanna f*ck me
Breaking bread, I'm on that dick just like a NASCAR (ow)
Let him touch it in the wraith so I can see the stars
Bitch, we cut different, not the same cloth (at all)
Let him eat it, when he hungry he got a lockjaw (period)
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm lookin' for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I-I-I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
And a million-dollar nigga (yeah)
Got a million-dollar budget (yeah)
F*ck him right, it could get bigger (ow)
Rich niggas in the building ready to spend that shit
And I ain't tryna miss out worrying 'bout now hating ass bitch (period)
I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches, I'm a rap star (tap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Once I bend it over, lil' bitches over (told y'all)
Got your nigga in the back with his hands all over (woo)
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Ask yo' nigga, do he love Resha?
Where the d-boys at?
Let a real bitch trap with 'cha (where they at)
I know them hoes be hating, but I don't f*ck with 'em
His money looking funny
On to another nigga (period)
Different foreign's outside, all push-start
Get what I want out these niggas, then I cut 'em off (bye)
'Cause you know it ain't shit free
And plus a bitch got options
All these niggas wanna f*ck me
Breaking bread, I'm on that dick just like a NASCAR (ow)
Let him touch it in the wraith so I can see the stars
Bitch, we cut different, not the same cloth (at all)
Let him eat it, when he hungry he got a lockjaw (period)
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm lookin' for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I-I-I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Swerve
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
When I step out, I'm killin' it
My hair, yeah this that brazilian shit (yup)
Yung miami, they feelin' this (feelin' it)
Raw or robber, I hit a lick
Qc record label in this bitch
My rollie got the whole room lit (lit)
Cuban link chains all on my jet
I'm lookin' good with your nigga on my wrist
He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (mwah)
He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich
I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell
I'm rockin' that gucci and chanel
Your nigga brought me a ysl
I leave the house, he on my trail
Pussy put him up under a spell
That nigga put me a check in the mail
Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm
He got that bank account turned still on
Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous
Your man comin' home, so I'm callin' restricted (hahaha)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Pull up in my jeep with the doors off (swerve)
My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (ha)
Bitch, I'm too hard, I never go soft (soft)
Pussy put his ass to sleep, that's that doze-off
I-i-i got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold
Gucci 'round my waist with a glock and some bank rolls
"Jt, who you f*ckin'?" Bitch, why? Damn, touch your nose
I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (shh)
Bitch, I'm hood, I'm not bougie
Ass fat in my two-piece
Rocks juicy like hi-c
Lil' nigga, don't try me
Wanna f*ck, ask nicely (yeah)
But the pussy too pricey (yeah)
Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (yeah)
Yeah I know you wanna wife me (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
When I step out, I'm killin' it
My hair, yeah this that brazilian shit (yup)
Yung miami, they feelin' this (feelin' it)
Raw or robber, I hit a lick
Qc record label in this bitch
My rollie got the whole room lit (lit)
Cuban link chains all on my jet
I'm lookin' good with your nigga on my wrist
He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (mwah)
He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich
I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell
I'm rockin' that gucci and chanel
Your nigga brought me a ysl
I leave the house, he on my trail
Pussy put him up under a spell
That nigga put me a check in the mail
Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm
He got that bank account turned still on
Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous
Your man comin' home, so I'm callin' restricted (hahaha)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Pull up in my jeep with the doors off (swerve)
My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (ha)
Bitch, I'm too hard, I never go soft (soft)
Pussy put his ass to sleep, that's that doze-off
I-i-i got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold
Gucci 'round my waist with a glock and some bank rolls
"Jt, who you f*ckin'?" Bitch, why? Damn, touch your nose
I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (shh)
Bitch, I'm hood, I'm not bougie
Ass fat in my two-piece
Rocks juicy like hi-c
Lil' nigga, don't try me
Wanna f*ck, ask nicely (yeah)
But the pussy too pricey (yeah)
Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (yeah)
Yeah I know you wanna wife me (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Chanel fur, no top (yeah)
Rockin' the birkin bag (yeah)
Feel like lil kim (yeah)
Swervin' in the jag (yeah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (swerve)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Girl Code is the debut studio album by American hip hop duo City Girls, released on November 16, 2018, through Quality Control Music, Motown Records and Capitol Records. It was released six months after their first mixtape Period in May, and while member Jatavia Shakara "JT" Johnson was incarcerated for credit card fraud.
The first single of the album, "Twerk" featuring Cardi B, became City Girls' first entry on the US Billboard Hot 100 after debuting at number 92; it has since peaked at number 29. The album's second and last single, "Act Up", reached the top 40 on the US Hot 100. It also reached the number one on Billboard's Rhythmic Songs chart in its July 6, 2019 issue. Eventually has peaked at number 26 on the Hot 100, making it the duo's highest charting entry.
Performed By:
City GirlsThe first single of the album, "Twerk" featuring Cardi B, became City Girls' first entry on the US Billboard Hot 100 after debuting at number 92; it has since peaked at number 29. The album's second and last single, "Act Up", reached the top 40 on the US Hot 100. It also reached the number one on Billboard's Rhythmic Songs chart in its July 6, 2019 issue. Eventually has peaked at number 26 on the Hot 100, making it the duo's highest charting entry.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 34:06
Released: November 16th, 2018
Year: 2018