Who that said what about a check?
b#tch don’t pop that pill cause you gone be a mess
Rent out the Lamb truck I’m thinking about copping that next
I’m in a mansion bigger than a T-Rex
Use my hands I ain’t tweaking about no sex
I done got bored and put them VVs round my neck
I’m in a GLE say glee b#tch stop playing
How I then let this b#tch finesse me out a tan
City girls up, city girls up
City girls up, city girls up
City girls up, city girls up
City girls up, city girls up
Why that b#tch keep trying to come over just to watch Netflix
I’m going to just give her that dick make her turn on her bestie
f#ck all your friends
Left out of Seaside we only got two seats but somehow we fit all her friends
I know somе n#gg#s who still can’t get p#ss# even though thеy ran up an M
On god, out in Miami with one of my cougar b#tches trying to skinny dip
I was still f#cking all the baddest b#tches back when I used to rock the simulates
I’ll turn your b#tch to a bust down then bust down my wrist
Got a whole clique full of thot hoes finna put them all in the vip
City girls up, city girls up
City girls up, city girls up
City girls up, city girls up
City girls up, city girls up
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