City Girls - Tighten Up lyrics

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City Girls - Tighten Up lyrics

Opp These hoes better wipe it up b**h don’t make me put my wig in a rubber band Snap a b**h down, with the f** sh** Y’all hoes better tighten up (tighten up, huh?) Y’all hoes better tighten up I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my n***a f**ing on me, and I’m stressing Haters tryna knock me for the sh** that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem? Hoe address it Real b**hes to the square, I’m speaking for the boss b**hes And not you hoes that be f**ing for half But my dog outside, if it’s a n***a I drive To a n***a I lie! Spiffy hoes better wake up! And get your motherf**ing cake up Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch Is you f**ing for a stack, b**h it ain’t much It’s a drought ‘round here, p**y went up Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up A new Benz, just to sit up, condo on a beach just to kick up I cut a check, we could split up I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my n***a f**ing on me, and I’m stressing Haters tryna knock me for the sh** that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem? Hoe address it My n***a acting crazy, I’m ‘bout to get rid of his baby His mama acting shady, his sister tryna spray me His homeboys wanna f** me And every b**h in the hood wanna f** him, because me I ain’t got time for these n***as, cause these n***as ain’t nothing I ain’t tryna figure out, who he s**ing and f**ing b**h I got other sh** to stress about My bills late, money running out Pull up, them stoves, b**h are running out I gotta get it by any means And keep my enemy’s close, cause these other hoes only switch teams When I’m in the field, just know I play for keeps Keep my gra** cut, so these b**hes won’t creep I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my n***a f**ing on me, and I’m stressing Haters tryna knock me for the sh** that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem? Hoe address it