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City Girls Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Treble
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Arthur Louis




Yung Treble - City Girls Lyrics




Let's take a vacation, she said that I'm a trip
Let me talk my shit, cause she know that I'm the shit
Ima get her wet, cause I walk with all the drip
I walk with drip, flex like Ric Flair
Just like big Gucci, I got brick fare
Look at that bitch there, she got a big derriere
She got a fat cat
Pull up hell cat
Talking big cash
Y'all niggas broke like a cast

Popping Tags, and its making them mad
New whip, paper tag, two hundred on the dash
Trizzy jumping like a trampoline
Im a young nigga, I'm chasing green
Looking for a scheme, tryna get in between
Count up them racks, finding all the loopholes
Y'all niggas fake, ay your Rollie from the corner store
Don't get your head rocked like a boat
Bread on your head you toast
Ima young boss, I'm focused
But I'm still pistol toting
Business suit, got the AR in the suitcase
And I'm grateful, always thank God for a new day
I can't let you phase me
Only I can save me
I could see it clear like HD
These bitches tryna play me
She said she want Dior, so I told her I can't afford it
Bitch I'm not stupid, gotta keep my pockets fat like Norbit
She calling my phone, texting why I'm ignoring her
Cause Im a Zoe, and I was born and raised in Florida

Oh you a City Girl huh?
She want me to swipe them visas
You aint even in the game, you watching from the bleachers
She wanna pop percs, eat in bed, and smoke all the reefer
But I aint with that junkie shit, baby girl it was nice to meet ya

Shout out them pretty girls, all around the world
Ms.Independent, aint worried bout yours cause she got her own
She on her high horse, walking round like a stallion
She getting flewed out, and she aint bring no carry-on

Shit I been wilding, my life should've been on TV
Your diamonds cloudy, ion want them it aint VV's
Im tryna blind em, shining so bright they can't see me yea
Shit I can't love her, but the whole world love our City Girls
Spend a bag on Mac, now she got a cake face
She in her bag, she listening to Bad Day
She helped me make a bag, alley pop, she had done save the play
So I'm like f*ck it, pack your bags, lets take a vacay

Let's take a vacation, she said that I'm a trip
She let me talk my shit, cause she know that I'm the shit
Ima get her wet, cause I walk with all the drip
I walk with drip, flex like Ric Flair
Just like big Gucci, I got brick fare
Look at that bitch there, she got a big derriere
She got a fat cat
Pull up hell cat
Talking big cash
Y'all niggas broke like a cast
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Let's take a vacation, she said that I'm a trip
Let me talk my shit, cause she know that I'm the shit
Ima get her wet, cause I walk with all the drip
I walk with drip, flex like Ric Flair
Just like big Gucci, I got brick fare
Look at that bitch there, she got a big derriere
She got a fat cat
Pull up hell cat
Talking big cash
Y'all niggas broke like a cast

Popping Tags, and its making them mad
New whip, paper tag, two hundred on the dash
Trizzy jumping like a trampoline
Im a young nigga, I'm chasing green
Looking for a scheme, tryna get in between
Count up them racks, finding all the loopholes
Y'all niggas fake, ay your Rollie from the corner store
Don't get your head rocked like a boat
Bread on your head you toast
Ima young boss, I'm focused
But I'm still pistol toting
Business suit, got the AR in the suitcase
And I'm grateful, always thank God for a new day
I can't let you phase me
Only I can save me
I could see it clear like HD
These bitches tryna play me
She said she want Dior, so I told her I can't afford it
Bitch I'm not stupid, gotta keep my pockets fat like Norbit
She calling my phone, texting why I'm ignoring her
Cause Im a Zoe, and I was born and raised in Florida

Oh you a City Girl huh?
She want me to swipe them visas
You aint even in the game, you watching from the bleachers
She wanna pop percs, eat in bed, and smoke all the reefer
But I aint with that junkie shit, baby girl it was nice to meet ya

Shout out them pretty girls, all around the world
Ms.Independent, aint worried bout yours cause she got her own
She on her high horse, walking round like a stallion
She getting flewed out, and she aint bring no carry-on

Shit I been wilding, my life should've been on TV
Your diamonds cloudy, ion want them it aint VV's
Im tryna blind em, shining so bright they can't see me yea
Shit I can't love her, but the whole world love our City Girls
Spend a bag on Mac, now she got a cake face
She in her bag, she listening to Bad Day
She helped me make a bag, alley pop, she had done save the play
So I'm like f*ck it, pack your bags, lets take a vacay

Let's take a vacation, she said that I'm a trip
She let me talk my shit, cause she know that I'm the shit
Ima get her wet, cause I walk with all the drip
I walk with drip, flex like Ric Flair
Just like big Gucci, I got brick fare
Look at that bitch there, she got a big derriere
She got a fat cat
Pull up hell cat
Talking big cash
Y'all niggas broke like a cast
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Writer: Arthur Louis
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