City Girls Lyrics

Sippin on what

Good Rx

Lil bitch freaked out

Bitch gimme that bed head

I need a bitch to call lil miss

Ima fuck on her best friend

She bust like a FN

Make that bitch do a head stand

Ima drop dick off in her ribs

She gone need her a transplant

City Girl

I need all of you

Baby girl pick up the phone

I know you see me callin you

Hey lil City Girl

Baby call a friend or two

I got drugs

Money

Bitches

I got bottles too

Baby girl suck this dick

You might get you some racks

I might spoil that lil bitch

I might buy her a Birkin bag

Might Birkin that brat

I really been in my bag

I gotta stash right by the strap

Pussy get smoked like a Black

I gotta charge I gotta tax

I'm tryina make shit last

Told the bitch count my money

Don't fuck up the count when I beat from the back

Told the bitch do me ugly

Suck me sloppy then clean up your act

Told the lil bitch don't judge me

Shoot up the club then I'm goin back

Told the lil bitch

I don't know nothin bout that

Why you flop like a sandal

Baby I don't do cap no hats

Sippin Wock like a animal

Got chinchilla furs on my back

Shawty fuck me like a animal

She was a pornstar in the past

Lil bitch freaked out

Bitch gimme that bed head

I need a bitch to call lil miss

Ima fuck on her best friend

She bust like a FN

Make that bitch do a head stand

Ima drop dick off in her ribs

She gone need her a transplant

City Girl

I need all of you

Baby girl pick up the phone

I know you see me callin you

Hey lil City Girl

Baby call a friend or two

I got drugs

Money

Bitches

I got bottles too