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city girls - enough/better كلمات الأغنية

y’all hoes done f_cked up
b_tch, don’t make me come out, wig in a rubber band (band)
wait

slap a b_tch down with the f_ck sh_t
i’m talkin’ to you hoe
y’all hoes better turn up

enough is enough, b_tch
city girls with the f_ck sh_t
nah, don’t blame it on you drunk b_tch (nah)
see we can wylin’, hoe
the whole clique gon’ follow hoe (b_tch)
be at your door like dominoes
and your main n_gga love me (haha)
bruh been tryna f_ck me
for the bread, walk him like a puppy (walk him)
it ain’t no love for you both side playin’ hoes
play with your kids or the radio, b_tch
another comma, millionaire status
a cool one, twenty on the patek
dope b_tch, magic
i live a poor b_tch dreams (yeah)
coco chanel me, please

y’all hoes too dangerous (dangerous)
in my comments, talkin’ crazy (crazy)
but i can’t make no b_tch famous (nah)
city girls ain’t changing
but sh_t, how could you blame me? (blame me)
being me made me famous
titties sittin’, no sports bra (yeah)
f_ck a n_gga in a sports car (skrrt)
spike his drink at a sports bar
y’all hoes make me sick
always cuffin’ tricks
calling phones, talkin’ sl!ck
lil’ b_tch, who taught you?
mama should abort you
if you in my view, i would’ve pulled up and fought you
but i’m way up, you b_tches too low
new ass, new t__th, b_tch
check out the glow (period)

b_tch, don’t make put my wig in a rubber band (band)
slap a b_tch down with the f_ck sh_t (f_ck sh_t)
y’all hoes better turn up

didn’t think b_tches like us could do better
from dade county, straight to coach_lla
my heart cold, better bring two sweaters
and your best b_tch, we’ll take whoever
gutter b_tch, grace the cover of the billboards
locked up, nominated, bet awards
city girls, talk that sh_t they scream
real ass b_tch, i ain’t flex for streams
i’m fresh out, n_ggas comin’ in varieties
i’m fightin’ loss, fightin’ demons and anxiety
i really used to sleep on palettes
now i’m sittin’ in the condo like it’s a palace

main b_tch locked up, had to hold it down (down)
with a baby in my stomach at the rolling loud (facts)
uh, kept you b_tches out my game room (period)
’cause y’all the same fake hoes from the shade room (shade room)
i came from runnin’ outta stores to awards shows (blessed)
my momma we made it, can’t wait ’til you come
shoutout my hans’, i was preganant, i was seven months (d_mn)
me and baby son was too blessed up (blessed up)
now everybody want a verse from us
all the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us
bought a bag to the hood when i touchdown (touchdown)
did this sh_t for dade county’, yeah we up now

miami, don’t make me put this wig in a
rubber band again (wig in a rubber band again)
still the same, ain’t changed, just changed where i live
(ain’t changed, just changed where i live)

- city girls

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