face down - city girls 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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