City Girls - Intro (#FREEJT) lyrics

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(Out the city)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest b**hes standing
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this sh** 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 hand rubber, we could bet it (We could bet it)
We ain't soft, but I got the most edges (Yup)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
And half another night, so I understand the hatin'
Cause more politic while I'm out at Vegas
50K tab and Chanel on the latest
Deep wag, tailored in the 6, sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna f** me
AP on my arm, I done think I got a two
With my family out West like boss b**hes 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 a** b**hes
Who made it on their own, and they sh**tin' on n***as
Girl, let that n***a know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Ride Benz when you met him
These f** n***as want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em

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[Interlude: JT]
Y'all n***as better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can bet y'all a**es outta here
We gon' f** the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that sh** 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 a** ran

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
The City Girls, we the hottest in the county
Google me, b**h, yeah, I'm a real brownie
I came up under hustlers
To the streets, sh**, a b**h been accustomed
But lemme chill 'cause I'm gettin' in my feelings
Comin' to sidetrack me from the millions
I got a message for you and them
b**hes, start worryin' 'bout your motherf**in' children
f** that rap sh**, I'll fight a b**h, period
Matter of fact, I don't sit around, b**h, period
I can count on my hands who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it
Wait 'til my sister come home
We gon' really get these motherf**ers gone (Get 'em gone)
We gon' really put these b**hes in the zone
And show 'em that the City Girls really puttin' on, period

[Outro: JT]
I wanna send a shoutout to all my City Girls and City Boys
Be holdin' me the f** down, pulled me out of quarreling
Get they a**es, Miami, don't let up on 'em hoes
f** them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry about they motherf**in' kids
And worry about they baby daddies
f**, when I come home-
Period, game over

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