City Girls - Tighten Up Lyrics

Huh?
Messy hoes better wipe it up
Bitch don't make me put my wig in a rubber band
Slap a bitch down, with the f*ck shit
Y'all hoes better tighten up (tighten up, huh?)
Y'all hoes better tighten up

I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga f*ckin' on me, and I'm stressin' (damn)
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho address it (get there)

Real bitches to the square
I'm speakin' for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be f*ckin' for hair
For my dog I'll slide
If it's a lick I'll drive
To a nigga I lie
Sleepy hoes better wake up
And get your motherf*ckin' cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
If you f*ckin' for a stack, bitch, it ain't much (nothin')
It's a drought 'round here, pussy went up (facts)
Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up
A new Benz, just to sit up
Condo on a beach just to kick up (kick up)
After the check, we could split up

I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga f*ckin' on me, and I'm stressin'
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho address it

My nigga actin' crazy (nigga wassup?)
I'm 'bout to get rid of his baby
His mama actin' shady, his sister tryna spray me (what?)
His homeboys wanna f*ck me
And every bitch in the hood wanna f*ck on him, because me (facts)
I ain't got time for these niggas
'cause these niggas ain't nothin'
I ain't tryna figure out, who he suckin' and f*ckin'
Bitch I got other shit to stress about (stress about)
My bills late, money runnin' out
Pull up to them stores, bitch, I'm runnin' out
I gotta get it by any means
And keep my enemy's close, 'cause these other hoes only switch teams
When I'm in the field, just know I play for keeps
Keep my grass cut, so these bitches won't creep

I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga f*ckin' on me, and I'm stressin'
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho address it