City Girls - Blaq

I want you to grab it, put it, wherever you like Yeah, make a movie on that dick I want you to grab it, put it, wherever you like Yeah, make a movie on that dick Lights, camera, action, pure satisfaction I'ma put that pussy on him, put that pussy on him Lights, camera, action, pure satisfaction Baby, get this pussy on film, get this pussy on film At the box office, I'm number one Five star film, when I'm done I'ma fuck you good, I'ma make you cum Pull a camera out, let's have some fun Put the flash on, I'm confident Who fucked you best? Theres evidence When I grab the dick, you know I mean business What we do? Ain't nobody business Boy you dealing with a real freak, hands down that's JT! Who could fuck you good? Who could suck you good? Who could make you sweat? Nobody! This right here exclusive, you know usually I don't do this But your dick rock hard, and my pussy so wet You wanna film it, let's do this I want my pussy ate, ass ate, how I'm doing? Legs back Fuck me rough, make me run, hold me down whenever I cum Pull that dick up out of my kitty, bust that nut all over my titties Not in my hair, boy you know I'm picky Bring a wet stand, cause you know I get sticky I want you to grab it, put it, wherever you like Yeah, make a movie on that dick I want you to grab it, put it, wherever you like Yeah, make a movie on that dick Lights, camera, action, pure satisfaction I'ma put that pussy on him, put that pussy on him Lights, camera, action, pure satisfaction Baby, get this pussy on film, get this pussy on film Ain't no dick, like his dick That's my bae, I'm his bitch Get this pussy whenever he wants I love to get fucked whenever he drunk Never hit me, say you know I won't Knew I can't stop and you know I don't I just take that dick, take that dick Arch my back, and take that shit Hotel baths? Break them shits! All his kids? Drank them shits! Ain't no sleep, what you think this is? I know you can handle this Man up, stand up! Jet moves with the dick bae, hands up Hit the kat, from the back, on the dresser Put the thong, and it make it a lil' wetter Bring out my freaky side! Lay back, and let me ride Suck me from the side and fuck me till I'm tired Drop that dick, and drive, cruise control my pretty thighs Send chills up and down my spine, I love the way he put it down I want you to grab it, put it, wherever you like Yeah, make a movie on that dick I want you to grab it, put it, wherever you like Yeah, make a movie on that dick Lights, camera, action, pure satisfaction I'ma put that pussy on him, put that pussy on him Lights, camera, action, pure satisfaction Baby, get this pussy on film, get this pussy on film

Damn, chose Hoes in my comment section on that friend shit (on that friend shit) Knowin' they don't like a bitch on that pretend shit Want me in jail 'cause they don't want me to win shit (yeah, I know) Now I'm back with a motherfuckin' vengeance (Friendly) Say lil' hoe stop that (cut it) Actin' like it's love when you know it's not that Talkin' like you with me, hoe, you need to stop that Callin' me your sis when you know it's not that I dare a bitch to at me (try it) I know she ain't 'bout that I'm a real hood bitch, you could get your wig snatched These hoes friendly (what's up?) Hoe, you need to stop that Tellin' me it's love when I know it's not that I dare a bitch to at me (let's go) Snatch a bitch out her avi (hi) Hoe, go play wit' your mammy (bitch) (JT, you need to chill) nah Now I know the feds at me But they gotta understand me New Rollie and it's plain (facts) 50 pointers on my chain, private jet They can't kick me off the plane Ratchet bitch, I'm insane And this pussy is insane (oww) Such a city girl, it's a shame I'm the type of bitch that'll flip on a bitch (yeah) I'm really with the shits, don't get slick with me bitch (yeah) Please don't call me sis, you ain't no kin to me bitch And you ain't really gang, you a enemy bitch (period) Hoes in my comment section on that friend shit (On that friend shit) Knowin' they don't like a bitch on that pretend shit Want me in jail 'cause they don't want me to win shit (yeah, I know) Now I'm back with a motherfuckin' vengeance (Friendly) Say lil' hoe stop that (cut it) Actin' like it's love when you know it's not that Talkin' like you with me, hoe, you need to stop that Callin' me your sis when you know it's not that I dare a bitch to at me (try it) I know she ain't 'bout that I'm a real hood bitch, you could get your wig snatched These hoes friendly (what's up?) Hoe, you need to stop that Tellin' me it's love when I know it's not that Stop comin' under my pics hoe (hoe) Online suckin' my dick hoe (bitch) Gone head, study my wrist hoe (haha) Got this pussy on your nigga like a 6'4 (oww) And he 6'4, make him eat ass He wanna kiss more (kiss more) That's a no-no (no-no) I ain't fuck with you bitches from the jump (period) Fuck wit' JT, you fuckin' with me, you gettin' stumped Ain't no one on ones (nah) This ain't what you want You got drunk talkin' crazy now your wasted and I'm nobs (you do) On my mama, know that I ain't scared of no one I ain't never been hoe, I am not going (period) Hoes in my comment section on that friend shit (on that friend shit) Knowin' they don't like a bitch on that pretend shit Want me in jail 'cause they don't want me to win shit (yeah, I know) Now I'm back with a motherfuckin' vengeance (Friendly) Say lil' hoe stop that (cut it) Actin' like it's love when you know it's not that Talkin' like you with me, hoe, you need to stop that Callin' me your sis when you know it's not that I dare a bitch to at me (try it) I know she ain't 'bout that I'm a real hood bitch, you could get your wig snatched These hoes friendly (what's up?) Hoe, you need to stop that Tellin' me it's love when I know it's not that

Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve When I step out, I'm killin' it My hair, yeah this that Brazilian shit (Yup) Yung Miami, they feelin' this (Feelin' it) Raw or robber, I hit a lick QC record label in this bitch My Rollie got the whole room lit (Lit) Cuban link chains all on my jet I'm lookin' good with your nigga on my wrist He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (Mwah) He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell I'm rockin' that Gucci and Chanel Your nigga brought me a YSL I leave the house, he on my trail Pussy put him up under a spell That nigga put me a check in the mail Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm He got that bank account turned still on Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous Your man comin' home, So I'm callin' restricted (Hahaha) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Pull up in my Jeep with the doors off (Swerve) My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (Ha) Bitch, I'm too hard, I never go soft (Soft) Pussy put his ass to sleep, that's that doze-off I-I-I got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold Gucci 'round my waist with a Glock and some bank rolls "JT, who you fuckin'?" Bitch, why? Damn, touch your nose I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (Shh) Bitch, I'm hood, I'm not bougie Ass fat in my two-piece Rocks juicy like Hi-C Lil' nigga, don't try me Wanna fuck, ask nicely (Yeah) But the pussy too pricey (Yeah) Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (Yeah) Yeah I know you wanna wife me (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Ah, ah-ah, C-I-T-Y Ah, ah-ah, C-I-T-Y Ah, ah-ah, C-I-T-Y Ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, ah, ah It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator I'ma shake what my mama gave me I'ma shake my money-maker It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator (ayy) JT, I'm fly wit' it (I'm fly) C-I-T-Y wit' it (City Girls) Right cheek, left cheek wit' it (woo) Fun size, on fleek wit' it (uh) Slim thick, petite wit' it (I'm bad) G-wag with the key missing One time for my freak bitches (ayy, ayy) After hour, no sleep bitches (where y'all at?) When I get my freak on They throwin' money like Meech home (B.M.F.) When I do my dance (ayy) Money fight, these niggas throwin' bands (money fight) JT, I ain't playin' (I ain't playin') Lil' bitch, I'on want your man (fuck that nigga) But these rich niggas throwin' paper Now it's time for the twerkulator (back that ass up) It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator I'ma shake what my mama gave me I'ma shake my money-maker It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator Yung Miami, yeah, bitch, I'm from the city (Miami) I'm litty, diamonds drippy, eat my pussy, that's a quickie (ah) I'm twerkin', pussy poppin' like a Cuban bitch at tootsies (oww) I'm a City Girl, y'all bitches is some hoochies Don't stop, pop that (pop that) Pop that pussy on some Luke shit Fuck all of that cute shit Break it down for that loot, bitch (break it down) Uh, twerk-twerkulate That paper straight? I'ma twerkulate (ching-ching) At the after hours, we workin' late (ayy) Bad bitches on the paper chase It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator I'ma shake what my mama gave me I'ma shake my money-maker It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator It's time for the twerkulator Ah, ah-ah, C-I-T-Y Ah, ah-ah, C-I-T-Y Ah, ah-ah, that girl JT Ah, ah-ah, Yung Miami

Ready to pop this pussy I make 'em grow like Pinocchio I'ma freak, like a scorpio Let's go live, make a video And I'ma ride you like a rodeo I'ma ride you like a rodeo I'ma ride you like a rodeo Hogtie you like a rodeo Cowgirl, like a rodeo I got my spurs on, San Antonio (right) I'm a thoroughbred, you a phoney ho (fake ho) I'm flexin', Elliot did my necklace (ice, ice) All you clout chasin' hoes, find a exit (get the fuck out) I'm young and I'm sexy and reckless (period) Got twenty bad bitches on my guest list (where my bitches at?) Eat the pussy good like dinnertime (come and eat it up) And I'ma ride the pony like Ginuwine (eat it up, eat it up) I'm one of a kind, JT, I need some long money (where them bands at?) I'm lookin' for a nigga with some Jerry Jones money (big money) A nigga like to rock, bench press, grown money (big tip) A trappin' ass nigga, gettin' M's, blow money (dope) And I'ma ride you like a horse outta state (facts) But first, you gotta put them racks On the table (where that money, nigga?) And I'ma bust it, bust it, like I bust a baby (bust it baby) And nah, nigga, I'on wanna be your lady (period) I make 'em grow like Pinocchio I'ma freak, like a scorpio Let's go live, make a video And I'ma ride you like a rodeo I'ma ride you like a rodeo I'ma ride you like a rodeo Hogtie you like a rodeo Cowgirl, like a rodeo Get the iPad, let's make a porno Come and hit me from the back and pull my cornrows (uh) I'ma ride ya like a Bronco You can lick this clit like a pronto Then I'ma fuck it so proper (proper) Suck the soul out you Rodeo show, get the bankrolls out you Super bad bitch and I'm lit (and I'm lit) Cute face, slim waist, pussy pretty (pussy pretty) Where the black card at with no limit? (Where it's at?) If you wit' it, send the wire, you could get it (you could get it) Stop cappin' lil' daddy, make it happen (make it happen) Start snappin' when my ass start clappin' (start clappin') Ayy, I'm lookin' for a nigga who pockets full And I'ma ride that dick like a mechanical bull (yeehaw) He say he gon' blow my back out But I'ma ride that shit 'til he tap out, period I make 'em grow like Pinocchio I'ma freak, like a scorpio Let's go live, make a video And I'ma ride you like a rodeo I'ma ride you like a rodeo I'ma ride you like a rodeo Hogtie you like a rodeo Cowgirl, like a rodeo

Haha, oh 'ight Give me a drop on the bass Nasty but classy (oww), Birkin bag me (bag me) Spend a couple thousands on my titties and my ass cheeks (period) Get my teeth done (haha), cash app me (app me) Sneak dissin' on the 'gram, bitch, at me (at me) Where my bad bitches lookin' for a athlete? (Where they at?) Fashion Nova dress and ain't wearing no panties (no) Dope boy, scam nigga, where they at? (Where they at?) I just seen a hundred bottles coming from the back, uh I'on work jobs, bitch, I am a job (period) You 'on't like it? Take a hike Pay me for a suck and slop (bitch) I'm a rich ass bitch with a attitude (haha) Pipe it down 'fore I whoop you like your mama do (period) I'on work jobs, bitch, I am a job (period) You 'on't like it? Take a hike Pay me for a suck and slop (bitch) I'm a rich ass bitch with a attitude (haha) Pipe it down 'fore I whoop you like your mama do (JT) This pussy talk to him (what's up?), it make him give it up (cash) It make him back-back, then spend racks in that Lam' truck (skrrt) I ain't got no time for niggas (I don't), I make 'em hold up (wait) When I walk past, these hoes mad, they nose up (what you mad for?) Got a nigga from Cuba, got more work than a tutor (hey papi) Pussy wet, make him dive like a scuba Off days, I rock Frank Muller, who fuelled ya? (Gassed you up) I'on work jobs, bitch, I work bitches Got them on the 'Gram, fake profile, stalking my pictures (period) Uh, I'on work jobs, bitch, I am a job (period) You 'on't like it? Take a hike Pay me for a suck and slop (bitch) I'm a rich ass bitch with a attitude (haha) Pipe it down 'fore I whoop you like your mama do (period) I'on work jobs, bitch, I am a job (period) You 'on't like it? Take a hike Pay me for a suck and slop (bitch) I'm a rich ass bitch with a attitude (haha) Pipe it down 'fore I whoop you like your mama do (period)

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

Yeah, yeah Yeah Finally got a reason I can stay home Pretty little thing for me to wait on Fuckin' you all day until the day gone California King that we can play on (Play on, yeah) Girl, you know I like it when you naked and you shake it In my face and I can't take it (Take-take, oh no) FaceTime makes me anxious And she looks so good, I can taste it Grind me, don't stop it, you should be in tropics Tannin' your body, yeah, 'til it get dark, milk chocolate You should be famous, movies like Nia, Lathan You know I've been the best man, yeah-yeah Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin' Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it City girls love to have fun in the city City girls love to have fun in the city (Yeah) City girl like to let you fuck on her titty, yeah (Ayy) City girl like to let you blam on her titty (Titty) City girls like to stare and act so saditty I know city girls like a nigga dark skin and pretty (Oh) All I wanna do is have fun in the city (All I want to do) All I want for you to do is leave your friends and get missin' (Oh) All I wanna do is keep it real with your pimpin', baby (Real, okay) Long as you don't switch up when you blow and get your millions, ayy Bad, bad bitch, feed her Percocets and Adderall (Bad, bad) Test, test, gotta cuff her, yeah Let's make a cause (You're a bad, bad bitch) Keep it simple with you Everything you want is boss (Yeah, you want it all) Let you shop, my bank account, you get your Black Card (Yeah, on God) I don't know where I'd be if I wouldn't Fuck with you, baby (Don't know where I'd be) Is you in this picture? I don't see nothin' but you, baby (I don't see nobody else) Bad, bad baby, she from Singapore (Yeah, yeah) You ain't got a ring, you'll get one for Easter, yeah (Hey) Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin' Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (Yeah) City girls love to have fun in the city City girls love to have fun in the city (Ayy) Finally, I wanted to be faithful Usually, I wouldn't even say so I swear she can give the Devil a halo I know she only tryna get a bankroll I don't mind I don't mind (Yeah, yeah) You can't get anybody to stop me, yeah You ain't got anybody, you got me, yeah-yeah Grind me, don't stop it (Yeah), you should be in tropics Tannin' your body, yeah, 'til it get dark, milk chocolate You should be famous, movies like Nia, Lathan You know I've been the best man, yeah-yeah (Ooh) Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin' Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it (Oh-oh) Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (Oh-woah) City girls love to have fun in the city (Yeah-yeah) City girls love to have fun in the city (Oh-oh) City girls love to have fun in the city City girls love to have fun in the city Hahahahaha