City Girls

(álbum: 1080 Trademark Records Presents: CEO Trayle - 2020)

(Mike Mixer is in the building)
Uh

Baby, you a pool, I think you Aquafina
Looking with a flashlight, tell me, have you seen her?
Wanna be a singer, nasty bitch like Trina
A city girl like JT, tell niggas get they green up

I was in the opps' hood for a bitch named Angelina
Told my bitch that me, no you is Martin with no Gina
Lot of shit to teach her, just might be her teacher
At first, head was okay, I turned her to an eater
That's not my baby, bitch, we don't need Jerry Springer
Told the guys that we can't let not nothing come between us
We gon' take our own flights, a couple planes might leave us
Leave it to me just like lil' Wally and Ms. Cleaver
Uh, chopped a brick quick, thought I used a cleaver
Bitch, this a Rollie, this is not Geneva
Big Mr. Whole Thang, this is not a teaser
Sent my bitch back home, ain't have a valid visa
Play with 4'll get you swiss cheesed up
Niggas acting like they ain't never fucking need us
I done seen Big Folks save your life like a preacher
Bitch said I smell like a mil' train, less formal Prada sneaker
Most the time, be geeked up, only one way to meet us
All these drugs we mixing got me going off the meter
I don't even think there is a fucking way to beat us
And these niggas can't join us, JP got me with the bud

Baby, you a pool, I think you Aquafina
Looking with a flashlight, tell me, have you seen her?
Wanna be a singer, nasty bitch like Trina
A city girl like JT, tell niggas get they green up