City Girls - Intro (#FREEJT) lyrics

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City Girls - Intro (#FREEJT) lyrics

[Intro] You have pre-paid call You will not be charged for this call This call is from Jatavia ****, an inmate at a federal prison This call is being recorded and is subject to monitoring Hang up to decline the call, and to accept, dial 5 now If you wish to block any future calls of this nature, dial 7 now To decline this call, hang up (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 [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