She wanna dance in the mirror real sexy
I wanna be there for you if you let me
She a baddie, she stay in the West Ward
She don't drive, so she'll never get me
In a loft, she stay on the 5th floor
And the way that they dress don't impress me
New year, she deleted her socials
Here's my number if you wanna text me
If you want we could hit up Phillipe's
Pack your bags, you could stay for the week
We could f*ck and then hit up Unique
When we're done, we could hit up sweet green
Kiss your forehead, I know that's your favorite
Buy you roses and make you a playlist
All the songs I wanna make you cum to
You should come through, what you drinking
Still learning to love, just be patient
You could slide to my block, girl you sanctioned
Nice and slow in that thang, imma pace it
Ex keep blowing your phone, I don't blame him
You the one
I'm just hoping you give me a son
And that nigga that left you is dumb
And we could make love til the sun comes
Like
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
She wanna dance in the mirror real sexy
I wanna be there for you if you let me
She a baddie, she stay in the West Ward
She don't drive, so she'll never get me
In a loft, she stay on the 5th floor
And the way that they dress don't impress me
New year, she deleted her socials
Here's my number if you wanna text me
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She wanna dance in the mirror real sexy
I wanna be there for you if you let me
She a baddie, she stay in the West Ward
She don't drive, so she'll never get me
In a loft, she stay on the 5th floor
And the way that they dress don't impress me
New year, she deleted her socials
Here's my number if you wanna text me
If you want we could hit up Phillipe's
Pack your bags, you could stay for the week
We could f*ck and then hit up Unique
When we're done, we could hit up sweet green
Kiss your forehead, I know that's your favorite
Buy you roses and make you a playlist
All the songs I wanna make you cum to
You should come through, what you drinking
Still learning to love, just be patient
You could slide to my block, girl you sanctioned
Nice and slow in that thang, imma pace it
Ex keep blowing your phone, I don't blame him
You the one
I'm just hoping you give me a son
And that nigga that left you is dumb
And we could make love til the sun comes
Like
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
She wanna dance in the mirror real sexy
I wanna be there for you if you let me
She a baddie, she stay in the West Ward
She don't drive, so she'll never get me
In a loft, she stay on the 5th floor
And the way that they dress don't impress me
New year, she deleted her socials
Here's my number if you wanna text me
I wanna be there for you if you let me
She a baddie, she stay in the West Ward
She don't drive, so she'll never get me
In a loft, she stay on the 5th floor
And the way that they dress don't impress me
New year, she deleted her socials
Here's my number if you wanna text me
If you want we could hit up Phillipe's
Pack your bags, you could stay for the week
We could f*ck and then hit up Unique
When we're done, we could hit up sweet green
Kiss your forehead, I know that's your favorite
Buy you roses and make you a playlist
All the songs I wanna make you cum to
You should come through, what you drinking
Still learning to love, just be patient
You could slide to my block, girl you sanctioned
Nice and slow in that thang, imma pace it
Ex keep blowing your phone, I don't blame him
You the one
I'm just hoping you give me a son
And that nigga that left you is dumb
And we could make love til the sun comes
Like
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
(Woah, woah, woah)
Girls from the city, they drive me crazy
She wanna dance in the mirror real sexy
I wanna be there for you if you let me
She a baddie, she stay in the West Ward
She don't drive, so she'll never get me
In a loft, she stay on the 5th floor
And the way that they dress don't impress me
New year, she deleted her socials
Here's my number if you wanna text me
Writer: Nasir McCray
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid