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city girls & fivio foreign – top notch lyrics

[intro]
axl

[verse 1: yung miami]
not nann’ b+tch in the world look like this (nann’)
g5, hair wrapped up, pop a iced bottle of the cris (ah)
b+tch, i was really broke, f+ck i look like tryna’ go and diss? (f+ck i look like?)
f+ck i look like sendin’ shots and not makin’ every hit? (huh?)
b+tches gettin’ sh+t confused, go and check the news
p+ssy real tight, got a good squish
fat lips only, got no lisp
big ap on a small wrist
coulda paid for it but i rather him (yep)
b+tch, i’m on ten, keep the lights dim
top notch b+tch, far from a den (b+tch)

[verse 2: fivio foreign, jt]
yeah, look, step in the buildin’, i walk through the—
she get wet when i talk to her (yeah)
it’s probably just me and like four shooters
every b+tch that i’m meetin’, they all knew us (yеah)
every n+gga you run with is all losers (huh)
all this ice on my n+ggas likе we all jewelers
bust a move and i’m orderin’ more movers
(bust a move and i’m orderin’ more movers)
ah, yeah, ha, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, look
i get the drill done (ah)
you n+ggas gon’ make me drill somethin’
another n+gga dead and i don’t feel nothin’ (brrt, baow, haha)
yeah, look, my n+ggas will pull up and k!ll somethin’ (skrrt)
this is not a movie, this is real guns (nah)
(this is not a movie, we got real guns, baow)
huh, hop in the v (skrrt)
go to the hood and the topic is me
when i was down, i was broke but i told ’em i knew i’d be rich by the top of the week
n+ggas is talkin’ ’bout we alike, i’m like, “nah, n+gga, you just copyin’ me”
boy, i been outside for a long time, p+ssy, you just got in the streets (ayy, ayy, city girls sh+t, ah)
[verse 3: jt]
yeah, say, you gotta pay for this (n+gga, f+ck you thought?)
say, you gotta pay for this
ain’t no free nuts
n+gga better get his cheese up
suck the p+ssy like a freeze cup
eat it while i hold my knees up (ah, jt)
i just got my hair did to sh+t on hoes like it’s a hobby (yeah)
every b+tch that hate on me got an ugly face and a botched body
i ain’t goin’ there, that’s an opp party (nah)
i’m a bad b+tch, i’m a black barbie (haha)
any n+gga i call “bro,” they f+ck b+tches and catch bodies
ain’t no more playtime, they like, “cut the lights,” it’s daytime
i told my n+gga he better act right ’cause to f+ck with me, it’s a wait line (mh+hmm)
b+tches better move when i come through
fine short thick sh+t, i’m like 5’2” (ah)
don’t wanna kick it or i don’t wanna be cool (ah, ah)
beefin’ with who? b+tch, i don’t know you
i don’t c+ck block or cop pleas
i’m the baddest b+tch on your newsfeed (ayy)
y’all gossiping, but who the news feed?
(y’all gossiping, but who the news feed?)
i’m in the sky box, you in the nose bleeds (d+mn)
fly b+tches need privacy
shy n+gga say “hi” to me (hi)
broke boys say “bye” to me, period

- city girls fivio foreign lyrics

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