City Girls – Wigs Lyrics

City Girls – Wigs ( Lyrics Letra) Letra City Girls City Girls – Wigs ( Lyrics Letra)
Intro: Yung Miami
Ooh, yeah, let me pop my shit
Lay my edges, please
Pop my shit
Lay my edges please

Chorus: Yung Miami
I got wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs Wigs, wigs, wigs, wigs)
I got wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs Wigs, wigs, wigs, wigs)

Post-Chorus: Yung Miami
I got the blue, I got the brown
I got the money green ‘cause I’m rich
I got the red, I got the blonde
Mirror mirror, tell me who that bitch
Verse 1: Yung Miami
Forty-inch wig float down my back
Big Glock .40 on my nigga lap .40)
Ho, pull up get your shit pushed back
Hoes get played, city girls get plaques
We taught these hoes that these niggas gon’ bark
We taught these hoes how to swim with the sharks
We taught these hoes that these niggas is cap
We taught these hoes how to swipe for the bag Swipe)
These hoes ain’t shit, they pop that shit
Lil’ ho get snatched just like a wig
Bad bitch gon’ big on big
Bad bitch gon’ big on big

Chorus: Yung Miami
I got wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs Wigs, wigs, wigs, wigs)
I got wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs Wigs, wigs, wigs, wigs)

Post-Chorus: Yung Miami & JT
I got the blue, I got the brown
I got the money green ‘cause I’m rich
I got the red, I got the blonde Yeah)
Mirror mirror, tell me who that bitch JT)

Verse 2: JT
Where my bitches, in the big Birkins Yeah)
Niggas gonna fuck, they gotta be worth it Yeah)
Broke ass niggas don’t serve no purpose Yeah)
Brand new wig everytime I’m workin’
I got the red, that’s for the bloods
Pretty hood bitch, I’m straight out the mud Yeah)
Forty-inch wig, when we fuck he tug Ow)
Snatch a bitch wig if she think she tough
I got the blonde, down to my knees
Nails long and my purse double C’s
I don’t know, but they say my attitude change every time I change my weave
Chorus: Yung Miami
I got wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs Wigs, wigs, wigs, wigs)
I got wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs on wigs Wigs, wigs, wigs, wigs)

Post-Chorus: Yung Miami
I got the blue, I got the brown
I got the money green ‘cause I’m rich
I got the red, I got the blonde
Mirror mirror, tell me who that bitch

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City Girls – What You Want Lyrics

City Girls – What You Want ( Lyrics Letra) Letra City Girls City Girls – What You Want ( Lyrics Letra)
Hot and he don’t wanna lose me
I like the way that *** boy abuse me (hitmaka)
City girl
He got a big *** and know how to use it (you know how this shit go)
He got a big *** and know how to use it (og parker)
He got a—

Big ass, you can see it from the front (ow)
Big bag, gotta roll it like a blunt
Talk nice, he’ll give you what you want (hey)
Right price, I’ll give you what she don’t (period)

Big ass, you can see it from the front
Big bag, gotta roll it like a blunt
Talk nice, he’ll give you what you want
Right price, I’ll give you what she don’t

This pussy real fat with a ass to match (ayy, ayy, ayy, a ass)
I’m tryna fuck on a nigga with no hoes attached (ayy, ayy, ayy, ow)
I need a bust down wrist with a ring to match (ayy, ayy, ayy, ice)
I seen a bitch that you claimin’ and she ain’t a match (ayy, ayy, ayy, period)
Post a pic, now he all up in my dms (what’s up?)
Right price, I might fuck around and feed him (come eat)
Talk nice, pussy fuck around and greet him (ayy)
Hе fuck me right, I might fuck around and leak him (uh)
Dark skin with a itty, bitty waist (yeah)
Rеal fine, lookin’ like ya mama vase (he-he)
Ass fat, put it in a nigga face
This pussy so good, make a nigga catch a case, uh

Big ass, you can see it from the front (ow)
Big bag, gotta roll it like a blunt
Talk nice, he’ll give you what you want (hey)
Right price, I’ll give you what she don’t (period)

Big ass, you can see it from the front
Big bag, gotta roll it like a blunt
Talk nice, he’ll give you what you want
Right price, I’ll give you what she don’t

Ass fat, you can see it from the back and from the front (yeah)
Sit on his face, while I roll that nigga blunt (ow)
Do it sloppy in Jamaica
A bitch bad, I don’t even need makeup (ha-ha)
I need a athlete (why?), I’m a ballin’ ass bitch
Fuck them kids, I’ma swallow that jit (jit)
I like it nasty, daddy (uh), cum all on my ass cheeks (ah)
Suck it anywhere, you ain’t even gotta ask me
Better catch it when I throw this ass back, I’m a twerkulator (catch it)
Then cut you off, now you sayin’ you need a perculator (yeah)
You spend a bag and I’ll be back like the terminator (bye)
But the six without the nine, I can’t return the favor (period)

Big ass, you can see it from the front (ow)
Big bag, gotta roll it like a blunt
Talk nice, he’ll give you what you want (hey)
Right price, I’ll give you what she don’t (period)

Big ass, you can see it from the front (ow)
Big bag, gotta roll it like a blunt
Talk nice, he’ll give you what you want (hey)
Right price, I’ll give you what she don’t

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City Girls – Lineup Lyrics

City Girls – Lineup ( Lyrics ) Letra City Girls City Girls – Lineup ( Lyrics Letra)
Drаpе me all іn diamоndѕ and the latest new dеsigner
Сome here niggа lеt me put this pussу on your line-up
Ѕhout оut my doс all theѕe niggas tryna fuck wіthout a condom
Тhоught hе wаs slime the way he pull out that big anacondа

Drape mе all in diamonds and the lаteѕt new desіgnеr
Come here nigga let mе put this pussу оn your line-up
Shout out my doc all these niggaѕ tryna fuck withоut а condom
Thought he was slimе the way he pull out that bіg anасоnda

Young turnt bad ass bitch out of dade (bаd)
Broke dоwn maggot aѕs bitch throwing shadе
І might take me а ho nigga јust to put it оn his face (ah ha)
Bіg bаlenciaga I wеnt triple on the paу
Нe like: сomе here come herе come here with yо’ fіne aѕs (ow)

It’s just somеthing ’bout а nigga who put money in a brоwn bag
Ooh it turn me on like a lіght ѕwitch
He аin’t еven seen the pussy but wanna wifе it
R.І.P to shawty lo but theу can’t dо it like this

Fuck ѕаying the rіght thing you gotta have thе right сheck
Let her eat this wap still аіn’t turn into no dykе yet
Yоu just a nigga that I hit up for the head 4 аm
Мmm night cap

Drape mе all in diamonds and the lаteѕt new desіgnеr
Come here nigga let mе put this pussу оn your line-up
Shout out my doc all these niggaѕ tryna fuck withоut а condom
Thought he was slimе the way he pull out that bіg anасоnda

Drape mе all in diamonds and the lаteѕt new desіgnеr
Come here nigga let mе put this pussу оn your line-up
Shout out my doc all these niggaѕ tryna fuck withоut а condom
Thought he was slimе the way he pull out that bіg anасоnda

Actіng brand new ever sinсе I got mу body dоne
Fuck from the bаck and pull it out І like that body come (yеah)
Кeep it іn is yоu crazy? (Whаt?)
Don’t be lazу nigga I ain’t tryna hаve yo’ baby

Рussy pink diamondѕ pіnk hair might match
Coосhiе snаpping so he trу to put іt on a latch
Yeah he got a bаg but that nigga tоo wack
Sent him back to my opp ‘cаusе they a better matсh

Nigga you lоok bettеr with that clown аsѕ bitch
Сlown ass ho and them clоwn ass kidѕ
I don’t wannа share I’m too seхy
City girl shіt nigga уou knоw the rest plеaѕe

Drape mе all in diamonds and the lаteѕt new desіgnеr
Come here nigga let mе put this pussу оn your line-up
Shout out my doc all these niggaѕ tryna fuck withоut а condom
Thought he was slimе the way he pull out that bіg anасоnda

Drape mе all in diamonds and the lаteѕt new desіgnеr
Come here nigga let mе put this pussу оn your line-up
Shout out my doc all these niggaѕ tryna fuck withоut а condom
Thought he was slimе the way he pull out that bіg anасоnda
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City Girls – Static feat. @LilDurk Lyrics

City Girls – Static feat. @LilDurk ( Lyrics ) Letra City Girls City Girls – Static feat. @LilDurk ( Lyrics )
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah (I’m a motherfuckin’ City Girl), yeah
Uh

Please don’t worry ‘bout me, dirty ass bitch (Dirty ass bitch)
By time you catch up, I’ll be on that next shit (Skrrt)
Bitches worried ‘bout what I don’t post (Why?)
The only time you turnt, ho, is when I go ghost (Tired ass)
I’m in my new truck with my boobs up (Ah)
My diamonds all white, but I ain’t in Ku Klux (Huh?)
Who want static with it? Send a addy with it (What’s up?)
That nigga sent a Cuban, tell him, “Send a Patek with it”
Pussy ass niggas, get y’all money up
Tryna fuck lit bitches with a couple bucks (What?)
Hatin’ ass hoes mad ‘cause a bitch cuffed (Ah)
I got a rap nigga with money like the Bucks (What?)

Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (Yeah)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Send a addy with it, yeah (Man what?)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Ms in my bitch accounts
You ain’t got my bitch amount (Yeah)
Chanel called her personally to get the bags that ain’t come out
Drug money, it can buy you what you wish about (Go)
Broke niggas, they can’t stand with me unless they real
But it’s real niggas around me that ain’t broke, I’m too trill
And the baddest hoes be fuckin’ on the low for BBLs
He got her a bag from off the streets and it was fake, he gave her chills (Man, she shiverin’)
JT man inside my bag, that’s a Uzi
Miami man can up his bank account and get him woozy (Diddy)
Don’t call me a rap nigga, that’s a way of sayin goofy
I be with them type of shooters, you can never tell ‘em “Shoot it” (Let’s get it)

Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (Yeah)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? (Uh) Send a addy with it (Yeah)

Send a addy, not for you, I want yo’ daddy (I want yo’ daddy)
Ain’t no pressure, I make him bag me if he bag me (I want Chanel)
Lil’ ho searchin’ for attention, but won’t at me (Nah)
Bitch, it ain’t givin’ what it’s givin’, how you havin’? (Ho)
Pocket watchin’, window shoppin’, crooked ass bitch (Ha-ha)
Wristwatch don’t tick-tock, I’m way past lit (Past lit)
Who want static, nigga? Who want static, bitch? (Who?)
The pussy wetter when it’s billionaire dick (Facts)
They say I’m cocky, what you mean? Bitch, I been that (Bitch, I been that)
Starvin’ hoes out here beefin’ on the internet (Funky bitch)
Clout chasin’ on my name, where my percentage at? (Run my money, ho)
Put a bitch on a plate and watch me finish that (Yung Miami)

Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (Yeah)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Send a addy with it (Yeah)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (Yeah)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Send a addy with it (Yeah)
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City Girls feat. Kim Petras – Flashy Lyrics

City Girls feat. Kim Petras – Flashy ( Lyrics ) Letra City Girls City Girls feat. Kim Petras – Flashy ( Lyrics )
Stylin’, shinin’
I’m so flawless like my diamonds
I’m flashy
Big bags, price tags
You know all I wear is name brands
I’m flashy (ayy, look)

Good mornin’, headed to Milan
You know I’m flyin’ private, still be on my phone
Wearin’ so much diamonds, lookin’ like a ball (Ice)
Walk into my closet, you think it was a mall
Got more than one, two Louis and Gucci
Like three, four Prada, Murakami
Like five, six designers, I just mix ‘em up
Throw ‘em in the Bentley truck
I don’t really give a fuck (At all)
I don’t even look at the price tag
In a different fit every night
And I illuminate like the light, yeah (la-la-la-la)
Know these Chrome Hearts don’t fall off
I got Cartier on call, yeah
Lit up like a disco ball, ball (la-la-la-la)

Stylin’, shinin’
I’m so flawless like my diamonds
I’m flashy
Big bags, price tags
You know all I wear is name brands
I’m flashy (la-la-la-la)

Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Dip me in ice (dip me in ice)
Glamorous life (glamorous)
I’m flashy (la-la-la-la)
My money tall (my money tall)
Ball till I fall (ball till I fall)
I want it all (I want it)
I’m flashy (la-la-la-la)

Good evenin’, shinin’ so you see me
Anything less than a million, I’m leavin’
With somebody’s son on an island, wilin’, smilin’
A place where these hatin’ ass hoes can’t find me
I like wearin’ Fendi and Chanel
Egyptian cotton sheets, it’s YSL
I just match my Lambo with my nails
I don’t do it if it go on sale (on God)
I don’t even look at the price tag
In a different fit every night
And I illuminate like a light, yeah (la-la-la-la)
My light too bright, can’t turn off
Ain’t about the money, don’t call, nah
Can’t find this in no mall, y’all (la-la-la-la)

Stylin’, shinin’
I’m so flawless like my diamonds
I’m flashy
Big bags, price tags
You know all I wear is name brands
I’m flashy (la-la-la-la)

Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Dip me in ice (dip me in ice)
Glamorous life (glamorous)
I’m flashy (la-la-la-la)
My money tall (my money tall)
Ball till I fall (ball till I fall)
I want it all (I want it)
I’m flashy (la-la-la-la)
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City Girls Ft. Kim Petras – Flashy Lyrics

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Stylin, shining , i’m so flawless like my diamonds (im flashy)
Big bags, price tags , you know all i wear is name brands (im flashy)
Ay Look
Good morning, headed to Milan
You know i’m flying private, still be on my phone
Wearing so much so much diamonds, looking like a ball
Walk into my closet, you’d think it was a mall
Got more than one , two , louie and gucci like three, four
Prada murakami like ve, six
Designers i just mixed em up, throw em in the bentley truck
I dont really give a fuck (at all)
I don’t even look at the price tags, any dierent t every night and
I illuminate like the light (yeah)
Know this chrome hearts don’t fall o
I got cartier on call (yeah)
Lit up like a disco ball
(La la la la)
Stylin, shining , i’m so flawless like my diamonds (im flashy)
Big bags, price tags , you know all i wear is name brands (im flashy)
(La la la la)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Dip me in ice (dip me in ice)
Glamorous life (glamorous)
I’m flashy (La la la la)
My money tall
Ball till i fall
I want it all
Im flashy (La la la la)
Good evening, shining so you see me ,
Anything less than a mill, i’m leaving
with somebody’s son on the island,wylin,smilin
A place where these hating ass hoes cant find me
I like wearing fifty inch chanel
Egyptian cottons, sheets is YSL
I just match my lambo with my nails
I don’t do it if it go on sale (On God)

I don’t even look at the price tags, any dierent t every night and
I luminate like a light (yeah)
My light too bright, can’t turn o
Ain’t about the money, don’t call (nah)
Can’t nd this in no mall (yall)
Stylin, shining , i’m so flawless like my diamonds (im ashy)
Big bags, price tags , you know all i wear is name brands (im ashy)
(La la la la)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Dip me in ice (dip me in ice)
Glamorous life (glamorous)
I’m ashy (La la la la)
My money tall (my money tall)
Ball till i fall (ball till i fall)
I want it all (i want it)
Im flashy (La la la la)
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City Girls – Show Me The Money Lyrics

City Girls – Show Me The Money ( Lyrics ) Letra City Girls City Girls – Show Me The Money ( Lyrics )New jewels, shine me out
Shopping sprees, fly me out
Calabasas, buy me house
Bank account, dry him out
Buy me this, buy me that
Lose me, nigga, buy me back
New Coupe with the paper tag
Same color as the Birkin bag
Aww, yeah, check it nigga
Hold on now, check it, nigga
I ain’t none of them desperate bitches
You gone respect the misses
Every week, you know it’s Christmas
The hatin’ hoes, I hear the whispers
Messy hoes taking pictures
City Girls bе taking niggas
Summer, spring, winter, fall
Four seasons, hittin’ thе mall
Dope boy, scam niggas
Fuck love, I be playin’ with ‘em

I want the money
Show me the money
You got some money? You actin’ like you love me
Show me the money
I want some money
You got some money? Give me the money
Give me the money

Aye, I can’t lie, a bitch went colorblind
Stop seein’ green, left him in the summertime
You know how shit go
Niggas get poor in August, so I sent him with the next ho
I’m on Rodeo, I got a new drive
New dick to slide in my thick thighs
He got money, too, I’m actin’ funny, too
My girls like, “What the hell got into you?”
New watch, new chain, new charms
Eatin’ dinner on the beach with the palm
Trees, I told a bitch please
It’ll be a cold day in hell ‘fore I leave
He got me trippin’ and I ain’t even clumsy
Got a nigga do anything for me
He say he love me, y’all think he love me?
Bitch, you better get that money

I want the money
Show me the money
You got some money? You actin’ like you love me
Show me the money
I want some money
You got some money? Give me the money
Give me the money
I want the money
Show me the money
You got some money? You actin’ like you ove me
Show me the money
I want some monev
You got some money? Give me the money
Give me the money
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City Girls – Survive Lyrics

City Girls – Survive ( Lyrics ) Letra City Girls City Girls – Survive ( Lyrics )
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

I been through a whole lotta things
With different niggas every time they say they got me
Them niggas turn around and change
But, Lord, please let this be the one
‘Cause I’m prayin’ to you now with my hand right by my gun
My city turned me to a city girl
Had to get the bills paid, ain’t no love in this city girl
They was gossipin’ in nail shops

I was runnin’ up the stores, tryna see did the jwett pop
Condos under CPN’s
Just to get my money up, had to cut off the middleman
Middleman and some fake friends
Now I’m sitting in this Benz, just me and my fucking ends

They be like
JT, what’s yo’ definition of a city girl?
Shit, survive
You know
Get that muhfucking money
Don’t stop
‘Cause a lot of motherfuckers be wanting you to stop
Get they ass, Miami

Mama came home,
I put her on that Boosting for them clothes to get my own check (period)
Straight from the projects to a new Patek
Good neck from a billionaire on Leariet’s
I done seen bitches lie on my name
But it came with the fame
Ho, that’s why you mad as fuck
I can’t help that them dirty ass bitches getting sad
They mad, they probably had the baddest luck
Big Bottega in the Bentley truck
White toe stepper, Cartier buffs
Bitches want smoke while I’m on the jet with Puff
Young bitch from Miami got a nigga tryna cuff

You know what, JT?
The only thing that I can tell you is
I’m a motherfuckin’ city girl
And that’s gettin’ this money by any means necessary
If that’s what you wanna call it
I guess it’s called survival
Hahaha
Shit
Get that motherfuckin’ money
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City Girls – Tonite Lyrics

City Girls – Tonite ( Lyrics Letra) Letra City Girls City Girls – Tonite ( Lyrics Letra)
Ah, come on
Ah, City Girls, JT
Yung, Yung, Yung Miami
Ah, ah
Yeah
Come on
Come on, come on

Keep me wet, fuck me right, we can do it all night long
Keep me wet, fuck me right, we can do it all night long
All night

Miami
Once I get up on the dick, I ain’t stopping ‘til I nut
And depending how you lick it, you can stick it in my butt
I don’t fuck with the wine, that make a bitch sleepy
Put Patron out, that’s what get a bitch freaky

Fuck a soft nigga, I like my man aggressive
Grab me by my neck and apply a little pressure
Hit it from the back, with my leg on the dresser
The dick make you wanna get up and cook breakfast

Take your time with it, baby, we ain’t gotta rush
Got him looking at the sky ‘cause he ain’t tryna nut
Sit the pussy on his chest, and work it to his mouth
And do it like a nigga, buss a nut in his mouth
You can have it how you like it, baby, this your moment
Make a nigga lose his smile when I put the twang on him
Run circles ‘round the clit, but do it with your dick
Let you put it in my ass, but it probably won’t fit

Keep me wet, fuck me right, we can do it all night long
Keep me wet, fuck me right, we can do it all night long
All night

JT
Just waxed the pussy, clean the house, he say he on the way
Push that nigga back, and go to work, I know he wanna stay
His bitch cooked dinner, but the pussy still getting ate
His bitch want him home, I’ma make sure I send him late

I’m a bad bitch
First class gettin’ finger fucked
I’m a bad bitch
Leaning on ‘em and his double cup
Pussy purr perfect, he in love with this kitty cat
Fucking dog nigga, but I never fuck with a rat
Young freak bitch, but I fuck him like I’m old
Hottest nigga in the streets, but this coochie got him froze
Fucked him in his Wraith, blocked his cars when he pull off
Pussy on his nose, on my period, Rudolph

Now tell me what you want for real
I got a trick in the trenches, one in Beverly Hills
Bitch, I’m bi-coastal and I will not post ‘em
Long day, I need a face sofa

Keep me wet, fuck me right, we can do it all night long
Keep me wet, fuck me right, we can do it all night long
All night
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