Intro (#FREEJT) - City Girls

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(Out the city)

Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)

Me and JT the realest bitches in it (Free JT)

'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)

But I’ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)

These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)

It’s all good, baby, I’ll take the debit (Haha)

My hair long but we could bet it (We could bet it)

Wig off, bet I got the most edges (Lil' bitch)

The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets

It happened overnight, so I understand the hatin'

Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas

50K tab in Chanel on the latest

G-Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy

Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me

AP on my arm, matter fact, I got a two

Move my family out West like boss bitches do

All my life I’ve been going against the odds

Tryna come up on me, better keep your job

A round of applause for the boss ass bitches

Who made it on their own, and they shittin' on niggas

Girl, let that nigga know

If he ain’t breakin' bread, then he gotta go

Right back to where you met him

These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em

They’ll run you to the ground if you let 'em

Y’all niggas better get y’all checks up

And y’all hoes better get y’all bets up

Y’all can get y’all ass outta there

We gon' fuck the game up when I come home

This call is from a federal prison

Period (Haha, talk that shit, JT)

When I was doin' time, y’all hoes was doin' fine

But when I come home, it’s over for y’all hoes

Get they ass, Miami

The City Girls be the hottest in the county

Google me, bitch, yeah, I’m a real Brownlee

I came up under hustlers

To the street shit, a bitch been accustomed

But let me chill 'cause I’m gettin' in my feelings

Can’t let 'em sidetrack me from the millions (Neve)

I got a message for you internet bitches

Start worryin' 'bout your motherfuckin' children

Fuck that rap shit, I’ll fight a bitch, period

Matter fact, I don’t see a rap bitch, period

I can count on my hands who really see the vision

Old City Girls verse, Pee ain’t clearin' it (Nah)

Wait 'til my sister come home (JT)

We gon' really get these motherfuckers gone (Get 'em gone)

We gon' really put these bitches in they zone (In the zone)

And show 'em that the City Girls really puttin' on, period

[Outro: JT &

Yung Miami

I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys

Who be holdin' me the fuck down, through mail and CorrLinks

Get they ass, Miami, don’t let up on them hoes

Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain’t got no money

Them hoes need to worry about they motherfuckin' kids

And worry about they baby daddies fuckin'

Fuck, when I come home…

Period, game over