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line up - city girls lyrics

[verse 1: yung miami]
young, turnt, bad ass b*tch out of dade (bad)
broke down, maggot ass b*tch throwin’ shade (ugh)
i might take mе a ho n*gga just to put it on his face (ah*ha)
big balenciaga, i went triplе on the pay
he like, “come here, come here, come here, with yo’ fine ass” (ow)
it’s just somethin’ ’bout a n*gga who put money in a brown bag
ooh, it turn me on like a light switch (ow, ow)
he ain’t even seen the p*ssy but wanna wife it
r.i.p to shawty lo but they can’t do it like this
f*ck sayin’ the right thing, you gotta have the right check
let her eat this wap, still ain’t turn into no dyk* yet
you just a n*gga that i hit up for the head, 4 a.m
mmm, night cap

[chorus: yung miami]
drape me all in diamonds and the latest new designer
come here, n*gga, let me put this p*ssy on your line*up
shout out my doc, all these n*ggas tryna f*ck without a condom
thought he was slime the way he pull out that big anaconda
drape me all in diamonds and the latest new designer
come here, n*gga, let me put this p*ssy on your line*up
shout out my doc, all these n*ggas tryna f*ck without a condom
thought he was slime the way he pull out that big anaconda
[verse 2: jt]
actin’ brand new ever since i got my body done
f*ck from the back and pull it out, i like that body come (yeah)
keep it in, is you crazy? (what?)
don’t be lazy, n*gga, i ain’t tryna have yo’ baby (h*ll nah)
p*ssy pink, diamonds pink, hair might match (yeah)
coochie snappin’, so he try to put it on a latch (yeah)
yeah, he got a bag but that n*gga too wack
sent him back to my opp ’cause they a better match
n*gga, you look better with that clown ass b*tch (sure do)
clown ass ho and them clown ass kids
i don’t wanna share, i’m too s*xy
city girl sh*t, n*gga, you know the rest, please

- city girls lyrics

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