C.C.G

Certified city girl you know we run the block
P*ssy better than your ex she ain't finna come on top
Dont play with a raw B*tch cuz I'm finna bring the glock
Make yo head go pop no weasel, trick
I got big bands don't need to worry bout no ops
I could get out of jail hoe anytime I want
Cuz you a trick, you a snitch
Dont come around my city
Me and my girls gon apply that pressure
Beggin ass B*tch

Out with the old and in with the new
Dont want that other n*gga he ain't paying my dues
He ain't got no Hundreds
He ain't counting no blues
Glad I ain't with him you can keep him boo
You snooze you lose
New n*gga got 8 figures
No you hoes cannot go on a date with him
Yes I stay with him
Go to the bank with him
Make a deposit then i move on to the next n*gga

Certified city girl you know we run the block
P*ssy better than your ex she ain't finna come on top
Dont play with a raw B*tch cuz I'm finna bring the glock
Make yo head go pop no weasel, trick
I got big bands don't need to worry bout no ops
I could get out of jail hoe anytime I want
Cuz you a trick, you a snitch
Dont come around my city
Me and my girls gon apply that pressure
Beggin ass B*tch

Ima run up my sack no questions asked
And if a n*gga try to play with me he gettin clapped
Stupid ass B*tch you ain't smart
You ain't got no bag house smelling like fart
Wheres my money, wheres my money
I need it in advance
Going stupid, going dummy
Said i don't got a plan
Its the b*tches that be hating tryna get me a collab
Lorena made the beat b*tch
So you ain't never had a chance

Certified city girl you know we run the block
P*ssy better than your ex she ain't finna come on top
Dont play with a raw B*tch cuz I'm finna bring the glock
Make yo head go pop no weasel, trick
I got big bands don't need to worry bout no ops
I could get out of jail hoe anytime I want
Cuz you a trick, you a snitch
Dont come around my city
Me and my girls gon apply that pressure
Beggin ass B*tch



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Writer(s): Lorena Santos
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