City Girls/Trackstar ft. D-Block Europe Lyrics

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City Girls/Trackstar Lyrics

You’re savage

You’re the baddest

You’re savage

You’re the baddest

(Big Zeeko)

Tell you where I wanna go

You’re heart is my home

I just wanna fuck your soul

She said never let go

I asked you how many guys

You said a number and lied

But it’s okay , it’s alright

We all lie about that sometimes

Why don’t you text me come over?

I do it for you , you don’t ever do it for me

You play harder to get

And even harder to keep

But when i +44 you , you’re coming for me

You’re savage , nothing wrong

You’re the baddest , nothing wrong

Is it mad if , if i get a thrill from

City girl shit , come turn me on

You’re savage , nothing wrong

You’re the baddest , nothing wrong

Is it mad if , if i get a thrill from

City girl shit , come turn me on

You’re savage

You’re the baddest

You’re savage

You’re the baddest

(Big Zeeko)

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

All these rapping ass niggas need a BAFTA

Niggas singing like they in the X Factor

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

Share me your location , let me track ya

Stole her lil heart like a hacker

I told the builder to build me a pool

Fresh everyday like the first day of school

I’ve got more Chanels than the shop floor , I do

Babe i’m out in public , careful sending nudes

You’re the one I buy , whatever into

Rich nigga can’t do no wrong

I dyed my hair blonde , i’m looking like Vegeta

Two tennis bracelets , Venus & Serena yeah

Young baller nigga feeling like I’m Reece James

Pussy , money , weed

I need 3 things

The phone do 3K on a weekday

Put some molly in my ha-ha cheat day

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

All these rapping ass niggas need a BAFTA

Niggas singing like they in the X Factor

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

Share me your location , let me track ya

Stole her lil heart like a hacker

Four Seasons , got baddies for you

If you’re cold , don’t go near my jewels

Ferrari outside , yeah we cruisin’

I just copped a Cali 50 for a Uzi

So much time we got

Nigga 40 , will slime , he got shot

I’m in Riyadh baby , long long away from the block

The crib is bigger baby

I can’t see the neighbours that i got

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

All these rapping ass niggas need a BAFTA

Niggas singing like they in the X Factor

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

Share me your location , let me track ya

Stole her lil heart like a hacker