Intro (#freejt) - City Girls
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(Out the city)
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest b_tches standing
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this sh_t 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 hand rubber, we could bet it (We could bet it)
We ain't soft, but I got the most edges (Yup)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
And half another night, so I understand the hatin'
Cause more politic while I'm out at Vegas
50K tab and Chanel on the latest
Deep wag, tailored in the 6, sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna f_ck me
AP on my arm, I done think I got a two
With my family out West like boss b_tches do
All my life I've been going against the odds
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss ass b_tches
Who made it on their own, and they sh_ttin' on n_ggas
Girl, let that n_gga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Ride Benz when you met him
These f_ck n_ggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
Y'all n_ggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can bet y'all asses outta here
We gon' f_ck the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that sh_t 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 ran
The City Girls, we the hottest in the county
Google me, b_tch, yeah, I'm a real brownie
I came up under hustlers
To the streets, sh_t, a b_tch been accustomed
But lemme chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings
Comin' to sidetrack me from the millions
I got a message for you and them
B_tches, start worryin' 'bout your motherf_ckin' children
F_ck that rap sh_t, I'll fight a b_tch, period
Matter of fact, I don't sit around, b_tch, period
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it
Wait 'til my sister come home
We gon' really get these motherf_ckers gone (Get 'em gone)
We gon' really put these b_tches in the zone
And show 'em that the City Girls really puttin' on, period
I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys
Be holdin' me the f_ck down, pulled me out of quarreling
Get they asses, Miami, don't let up on 'em 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_ck, when I come home-
Period, game over
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