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(Out the city)
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches standing
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)
These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)
It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha)
My hand rubber, we could bet it (We could bet it)
We ain't soft, but I got the most edges (Yup)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
And half another night, so I understand the hatin'
Cause more politic while I'm out at Vegas
50K tab and Chanel on the latest
Deep wag, tailored in the 6, sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me
AP on my arm, I done think I got a two
With my family out West like boss bitches do
All my life I've been going against the odds
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss ass bitches
Who made it on their own
And they shittin' on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Ride Benz when you met him
These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can bet y'all asses outta here
We gon' fuck the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that shit JT)
When I was doin' time, y'all hoes was doin' fine
But when I come home, it's over for y'all hoes
Get they ass ran
The City Girls, we the hottest in the county
Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real brownie
I came up under hustlers
To the streets, shit, a bitch been accustomed
But lemme chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings
Comin' to sidetrack me from the millions
I got a message for you and them
Bitches, start worryin'
'Bout your motherfuckin' children
Fuck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch, period
Matter of fact, I don't sit around, bitch, period
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it
Wait 'til my sister come home
We gon' really get these motherfuckers gone
We gon' really put these bitches in the zone
And show 'em that the City Girls
Really puttin' on, period
I wanna send a shoutout to all my
City Girls and City Boys
Be holdin' me the fuck down
Pulled me out of quarreling
Get they asses, Miami, don't let up on 'em hoes
Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry about they
Motherfuckin' kids
And worry about they baby daddies
Fuck, when I come home-
Period, game over
You will not be charged for this call
This call is from Jatavia ****
An inmate at a federal prison
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(Out the city)
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches standing
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)
These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)
It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha)
My hand rubber, we could bet it (We could bet it)
We ain't soft, but I got the most edges (Yup)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
And half another night, so I understand the hatin'
Cause more politic while I'm out at Vegas
50K tab and Chanel on the latest
Deep wag, tailored in the 6, sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me
AP on my arm, I done think I got a two
With my family out West like boss bitches do
All my life I've been going against the odds
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss ass bitches
Who made it on their own
And they shittin' on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Ride Benz when you met him
These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can bet y'all asses outta here
We gon' fuck the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that shit JT)
When I was doin' time, y'all hoes was doin' fine
But when I come home, it's over for y'all hoes
Get they ass ran
The City Girls, we the hottest in the county
Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real brownie
I came up under hustlers
To the streets, shit, a bitch been accustomed
But lemme chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings
Comin' to sidetrack me from the millions
I got a message for you and them
Bitches, start worryin'
'Bout your motherfuckin' children
Fuck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch, period
Matter of fact, I don't sit around, bitch, period
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it
Wait 'til my sister come home
We gon' really get these motherfuckers gone
We gon' really put these bitches in the zone
And show 'em that the City Girls
Really puttin' on, period
I wanna send a shoutout to all my
City Girls and City Boys
Be holdin' me the fuck down
Pulled me out of quarreling
Get they asses, Miami, don't let up on 'em hoes
Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry about they
Motherfuckin' kids
And worry about they baby daddies
Fuck, when I come home-
Period, game over
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Writer(s): Diamond Blue Smith, Kinta Cox, Caresha Brownlee, Zavier White
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