Enough/Better By City Girls
Y’all hoes done *** up
***, don’t make me come out, wig in a rubber band (Band)
Wait
Slap a *** down with the *** ***
I’m talkin’ to you ho
Y’all hoes better turn up
Enough is enough, ***
City Girls with the *** ***
Nah, don’t blame it on you drunk *** (Nah)
See we can wylin’, ***
The whole clique gon’ follow *** (***)
Be at your door like dominoes
And your main *** love me (Haha)
Bruh been tryna *** me
For the bread, walk him like a puppy (Walk him)
It ain’t no love for you both side playin’ hoes
Play with your kids or the radio, ***
Another comma, millionaire status
A cool one, twenty on the Patek
*** ***, magic
I live a poor *** dreams (Yeah)
Coco Chanel me, please
Y’all hoes too dangerous (Dangerous)
In my comments, talkin’ crazy (Crazy)
But I can’t make no *** famous (Nah)
City Girls ain’t changing
But ***, how could you blame me? (Blame me)
Bein’ me made me famous
*** sittin’, no sports bra (Yeah)
*** a *** in a sports car (Skrrt)
Spike his drink at a sports bar
Y’all hoes make me sick
Always cuffin’ tricks
Calling phones, talkin’ slick
Lil’ ***, who taught you?
Mama should abort you
If you in my view, I would’ve pulled up and fought you
But I’m way up, you *** too low
New ass, new teeth, ***, check out the glow (Period)
***, don’t make put my wig in a rubber band (Band)
Slap a *** down with the *** *** (*** ***)
Y’all hoes better turn up
Didn’t think *** like us could do better
From Dade County, straight to Coachella
My heart cold, better bring two sweaters
And your best ***, we’ll take whoever
Gutter ***, grace the cover of the billboards
Locked up, nominated, BET awards
City Girls, talk that *** they scream
Real ass ***, I ain’t flex for streams
I’m fresh out, niggas comin’ in varieties
I’m fightin’ loss, fightin’ demons and anxiety
I really used to sleep on palettes
Now I’m sittin’ in the condo like it’s a palace
Main *** locked up, had to hold it down (Down)
With a baby in my stomach at the Rolling Loud (Facts)
Uh, kept you *** out my game room (Period)
‘Cause y’all the same fake hoes from The Shade Room (Shade room)
I came from runnin’ outta stores to awards shows (Blessed)
Momma we made it, can’t wait ’til you come
Shoutout my [?], I was seven months (Damn)
Me and baby son was too blessed up (Blessed up)
Now everybody want a verse from us
All the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us
Bought a bag to the hood when I touchdown (Touchdown)
Did this *** for Dade County’, yeah we up now
Miami, don’t make me put this wig in a rubber band again (Wig in a rubber band again)
Still the same, ain’t changed, just changed where I live (Changed where I live)