city girls - face down lyrics
[intro]
uh, miami (ah yeah)
yeah (ah yeah)
[chorus: yung miami]
what good is that n+gga bag if he don’t spend it
bad b+tches love shoppin’ sprees last minute
bags packed, flights booked, b+tch, we ain’t trippin’
buy the grub, bring some more ones, don’t let him start tippin’, no
[verse 1: yung miami]
face down, ass up, sl+t me out (sl+t me out)
i don’t even let a broke n+gga eat me out (eat me out)
he know this p+ssy stay wet in the middle of droughts
i make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (d+mn)
i need that car paid for and a new house
said “do i look basic? wife me now”
i heard cash rules, let me show you how
bettеr spend that sh+t, baby, ice me out (pеriod)
handcuff, left right, both cheeks
housekeeper and i can still f+ckin’ up the sheets (ah)
to the valet, y’all n+ggas so cheap
if you lookin’ for a wee b+tch, you know it ain’t me (period)
p+ssy ain’t free, you better spend that sh+t (spend that sh+t)
since my momma gave birth, man, i been that b+tch (been that b+tch)
got it fresh off the runway, i’m in that sh+t
he said he love me, he show me, he meant that sh+t (ah)
[break: jt ]
laid it down, lay him off for the town
ayy, jt, yeah
[verse 2: jt]
shoutout my b+tches gettin’ bags out of n+ggas (yeah)
i think i just leveled up, hoes say i’m weirder (what?)
i’m in that big bulletproof with a hit in (ah)
if he ain’t blowin’ a bag, b+tch, pick a better n+gga
i’m in that new coupe, might go vroom+vroom
b+tches that be hatin’ on me really ain’t got no room (none)
i mean literally, no house b+tch, no room (ew)
i’m a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
face down, ass up, that+that’s the way i like to f+ck (wow)
you want a b+tch from the city, huh? p+ssy pretty, huh?
got a n+gga out of motherf+ckin’ philly, uh
[chorus: yung miami]
what good is that n+gga bag if he don’t spend it
bad b+tches love shoppin’ sprees last minute
bags packed, flights booked, b+tch, we ain’t trippin’
buy the grub, bring some more ones, don’t let him start tippin’, no
what good is that n+gga bag if he don’t spend it
bad b+tches love shoppin’ sprees last minute
bags packed, flights booked, b+tch, we ain’t trippin’
buy the grub, bring some more ones, don’t let him start tippin’, no
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