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she's so tight - the conscious daughters lyrics

[verse 1: cmg, cmg & special one]

n*gga you might call it hoe sh*t

conscious daughters in your trunk once again
with a fat pack, bomb sack, and a fifth of henn

b*tches talkin’ too much sh*t, they get punched in they nose
it’s that west coast sh*t

i take my henny straight
not with that alizé

[verse 2: special one, special one & cmg]
special one, on the brink of insanity
maybe i should get saved like that b*tch vanity
it’s only real sh*t is what i give you though
and you b*tches know you can’t f*ck with the ho from the o’

[verse 3: cmg, cmg & special one]
nah, they can’t flow spec
or work tracks like the macks on this motherf*ckin’ mic, comin’ tight

and keep my sh*t real, rollin’ deeper than a grey goose
look who got the juice
in this rap gang
these b*tches mobbin’ in a mustang
daughters ran away with that sh*t
we poppin’ off a hit right? (right)
we keep this motherf*cker real tight
and who the f*ck knows what the f*ck is next
when cmg flex, i’m mobbin’ through your set

tryna get a meal
i’m tryna make a bill
n*gga can you feel me?
[chorus]
(she’s so tight)
call me a f*ckin’ mack but i’m up like a [?]
(she’s so tight)
cmg and k gettin’ hard in the trunk
(she’s so tight)
call me a f*ckin’ mack but i’m up like a [?]
(she’s so tight)
cmg and k gettin’ hard in the trunk

[verse 4: special one, special one & cmg]
o*n*e with that tcd funk sh*t
i’m all up in your ass with my hand on the pistol grip
pump on my lap at all times
i’m breakin’ a n*gga
taking quarters, dollars, nickels, dimes
yeah we comin’ tight, so tight, with this yeah
make this street bomb, hip*hop love to your ear
hoe, hoe
daughters on a roll
just the next page to our next episode

[verse 5: cmg, cmg & special one]
hey, i’m a g when i park with this microphone
sendin’ b*tches home when i drop it from the dome
cuz uh ain’t no time to play
and n*ggas is quick to test a b*tch f*ckin’ with this rap sh*t
so, a daughter come tight
speakin’ flows like pros, havin’ these hoes wanna fist fight
and when its funk time, no i never punk mine
i let my dukes flow in this motherf*ckin’ studio
they can’t catch the d*mn bag
matter of fact, b*tches like a monkey on my back
so i stay up with the funk, i’m all up in your trunk, all night
‘cause cmg, she so tight

[bridge: cmg & special one]
(she’s so tight) sh*t, you don’t know who you’re f*ckin’ with
you better back it up ‘fo you catch a bullet
(she’s so tight) conscious daughters all up in your trunk
with that bomb ass pimp player female funk
(she’s so tight) sh*t, you don’t know who you’re f*ckin’ with
you better back it up ‘fo you catch a bullet
(she’s so tight) conscious daughters all up in your trunk
with that bomb ass pimp player female funk
tcd
hittin’ hard in the trunk
[chorus]
(she’s so tight)
call me a f*ckin’ mack but i’m up like a up like a [?]
(she’s so tight)
call me a f*ckin’ mack but i’m up like a up like a [?]
(she’s so tight)
call me a f*ckin’ mack but i’m up like a up like a [?]
(she’s so tight)
call me a f*ckin’ mack but i’m up like a up like a [?]

[outro]
she’s so tight
she’s so tight
she’s so tight
she’s so tight

- the conscious daughters lyrics

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