City Girls - Intro Lyrics

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This call is from Jatavia
An inmate at a federal prison
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Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches in it (Free JT)
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her
(I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit 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 hair long but we could bet it
(We could bet it)
Wig off, bet I got the most edges
(Lil' bitch)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches
The bracelets it happened overnight
So I understand the hatin'
Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas
50K tab in Chanel on the latest
G Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna f*ck me
AP on my arm, matter fact, I got a two
Move my family out West like boss bitches 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 ass bitches
Who made it on their own
And they shittin' on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Right back to where you met him
These f*ck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em

Y'all niggas better get y'all checks up
And y'all hoes better get y'all bets up
Y'all can get y'all ass outta there
We gon' f*ck the game up when I come home
This call is from a federal prison
Period (Haha, talk that shit, 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 ass, Miami

The City Girls be the hottest in the county
Google me, bitch, yeah, I'm a real Brownlee
I came up under hustlers
To the street shit, a bitch been accustomed
But let me chill 'cause I'm
Gettin' in my feelings
Can't let 'em sidetrack me from the millions
(Neve)
I got a message for you internet bitches
Start worryin' 'bout your
Motherf*ckin' children
F*ck that rap shit, I'll fight a bitch
Period
Matter fact, I don't see a rap bitch, period
I can count on my hands
Who really see the vision
Old City Girls verse, Pee ain't clearin' it
(Nah) wait 'til my sister come home (JT)
We gon' really get these motherf*ckers gone
(Get 'em gone)
We gon' really put these bitches in they zone
(In the zone) and show 'em that the City
Girls really puttin' on, period

I wanna send a shoutout to all
My City Girls and City Boys
Who be holdin' me the f*ck down
Through mail and CorrLinks
Get they ass, Miami
Don't let up on them hoes
F*ck them hoes, them hoes ain't got no money
Them hoes need to worry
About they motherf*ckin' kids
And worry about they baby daddies f*ckin'
F*ck, when I come home period, game over