City Girls - Runnin lyrics

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City Girls - Runnin lyrics

I’m f**ing with boss n***as, that keep a gun in they pants Never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands You full of flaw n***as, the runners they hold out they hands And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your n***a faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your n***a faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth All these n***as they be hoes c**aine, city girls could’ve been got ‘em And we dating in our inbox, I’m a real b**h, I don’t screenshot ‘em Chanel on me when I roll up, boss b**hes still, we don’t roll up p**y good, every stroke, he like hold up He ain’t trying nothing, he like hold up I’m f**ing with real n***as, that making them boss moves I kick that lil’ b**h in her mouth, now I got bloody shoes You a lil’ thot b**h, you f**ing the whole crew My p**y got a new car smell, this sh** brand new This p**y ain’t yours, don’t claim me Every n***a I f**, they nameless If he tryna expose, he brainless My n***as don’t play, they aiming I love me a lowkey dude, send him pics he don’t need the nudes Real n***as gon’ pay they dues, if you a broke dude, I’ma cut you loose I’m f**ing with boss n***as, that keep a gun in they pants Never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands You full of flaw n***as, the runners they hold out they hands And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your n***a faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your n***a faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth I’m a city girl, you a pissy girl You a lazy b**h, I’ma busy girl Every other night I be doing shows While your n***a cheating on you, f**ing hoes Couple thousand for my f**ing clothes, another sister in my f**ing roll I’m the same b**h, no matter who around Diamonds dancing, I’ma do the brown Thanks, you better go get her I bet you my p**y get wetter Retweeting late, I’m like shut up! Every night he be f**ing my gut up And if that n***a ever cut up, I’ma put this p**y on his brother And if that n***a ever cut up, I’ma put this p**y on his brother You know that n***a ain’t faithful, you see his a** when you able I curved that n***a, be grateful I cut him off, like your cable I’ma bad b**h, you can’t see me b**h you stuck home, you can’t see me In a maybach, yeah free Meek But I don’t need a n***a to come save me I’m f**ing with boss n***as, that keep a gun in they pants Never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands You full of flaw n***as, the runners they hold out they hands And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your n***a faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your n***a faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth