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runnin - city girls lyrics

[chorus: j.t]
i’m f-cking with boss n-gg-s, that keep a gun in they pants
never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands
you full of flaw n-gg-s, the runners they hold out they hands
and got no money in the bank, but always on instagram, flexing bands
keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth
keep on thinking that your n-gg- faithful, i’ma c-m in his mouth
keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth
keep on thinking that your n-gg- faithful, i’ma c-m in his mouth

[verse 1: yung miami]
all these n-gg-s they be hoes cuffin’, city girls could’ve been got ‘em
everyday they in my inbox, i’m a real b-tch, i don’t screenshot ‘em
chanel on me when i roll up, boss b-tches still, we don’t roll up
p-ssy good, every stroke, he like hold up
he ain’t trying nothing, he like hold up

[verse 2: j.t.]
i’m f-cking with real n-gg-s, that making them boss moves (boss moves)
i kick that lil’ b-tch in her mouth (mouth), now i got bl–dy shoes
you a lil’ thot b-tch, you f-cking the whole crew (aye, aye)
my p-ssy got a new car smell, this sh-t brand new (this sh-t brand new)
this p-ssy ain’t yours, don’t claim it (claim it)
every n-gg- i f-ck, they nameless
if he tryna expose, he brainless
my n-gg-s don’t play, they aiming
i love me a lowkey dude, send him pics he don’t need the nudes
real n-gg-s gon’ pay they dues, if you a broke dude, i’ma cut you loose (aye, aye)

[chorus: j.t.]
i’m f-cking with boss n-gg-s, that keep a gun in they pants
never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands
you full of flaw n-gg-s, the runners they hold out they hands
and got no money in the bank, but always on instagram, flexing bands
keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth
keep on thinking that your n-gg- faithful, i’ma c-m in his mouth
keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth
keep on thinking that your n-gg- faithful, i’ma c-m in his mouth

[verse 3: yung miami]
i’m a city girl, you a p-ssy girl
you a lazy b-tch, i’ma busy girl
every other night i be doing shows
while your n-gg- cheating on you, f-cking hoes
couple thousand for my f-cking clothes, another sixty on my f-cking roll
i’m the same b-tch, no matter who around
diamonds dancing, i’ma doo doo brown
thanks, you better go get her (get her)
i bet you my p-ssy get wetter (wetter)
retweeting late, i’m like shut up! (shut up)
every night he be f-cking my gut up
and if that n-gg- ever cut up, i’ma put this p-ssy on his brother
and if that n-gg- ever cut up, i’ma put this p-ssy on his brother

[verse 4: j.t.]
you know that n-gg- ain’t faithful, you see his -ss when you able
i curved that n-gg-, be grateful
i cut him off, like your cable
i’ma bad b-tch, you can’t see me
b-tch, you stuck home, you can’t see me
in a maybach, yeah free meek
but i don’t need a n-gg- to come save me

- city girls lyrics

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