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act up - city girls lyrics

[intro]
(earl on the beat)

[verse 1: jt & yung miami]
real -ss b-tch, give a f-ck ’bout a n-gg-
big birkin bag, ho, five, six figures
stripes on my -ss so he call this p-ssy tigger
f-ckin’ on a scammin’ -ss, rich -ss n-gg-
same group of b-tches, ain’t no eh-eh to the picture
drop a couple racks, watch his -ss get bigger
drinkin’ on liquor, and i’m lookin’ at your n-gg-
if his money right, he can eat it like a snicker
i ain’t got time for y’all fake -ss hoes
talkin’ all loud in them fake -ss clothes
fake -ss shoes match their fake -ss gold
i’m the realest b-tch ever to you snake -ss hoes

[chorus: jt & yung miami]
act up, you can get sn-tched up
act up, you can get sn-tched up
act up, you can get sn-tched up
dirty -ss nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[verse 2: yung miami]
it’s yung miami, and i came to run my sack up
tired -ss hoes on my page tryna track us
brand new chain, city girls goin’ platinum
i keep a baby glock, i ain’t fightin’ with no random, period
you b-tches weak, is you serious?
i let him take the p-ssy, now he actin’ all delirious
did the dash and the run, but i can stay superior
she see my number in his phone, now you actin’ curious (haha)
he gon’ buy me gucci if i ask for it (yup)
he’ll curse a n-gg- rockin’ tom ford (ow)
i bet your lil’ sister wanna look like me
i bet your lil’ brother wanna f-ck on me
hood b-tch, good p-ssy, i ain’t average
um, he can’t come around without that cabbage
um, pop a p-ssy b-tch quick, like a bubblegum
i ain’t never worry, i just deal with it for fun

[chorus]
act up, you can get sn-tched up
act up, you can get sn-tched up
act up, you can get sn-tched up
dirty -ss nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[verse3: jt]
jt on the track, and you know i’m ’bout my paper
p-ssy sweet, p-ssy tight, so he called it lightsaver
if your -ss a broke n-gg-, h-ll nah, i can’t meet ya
if your -ss a rich n-gg-, i’ma f-ck ya ’til you ain’t one
if that n-gg- a scammer, i’m turning into a dancer (yup)
i make it clap like he got the right answer
sit on it with menace, get it harder than a hammer
he wanna freak, p-ssy pink, breast cancer
oh, you like d-ck, just like i like big b-tts
i don’t care about your chain, n-gg-, or your big truck
yeah, i know you gettin’ it, but is you spendin’ it?
give a f-ck what a n-gg- got if he ain’t givin’ it
b-bad-ss b-tch, bad att-tude (yeah)
nails done, hair done, -ss too (ow)
your baby daddy f-ckin’ me and suckin’ me
he don’t answer you, b-tch, that’s because of me (period)

[chorus]
act up, you can get sn-tched up
act up, you can get sn-tched up
act up, you can get sn-tched up
dirty -ss nails, baby girl, you need to back up

- city girls lyrics

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