Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JT First Day Out, artist - City Girls. Date of issue: 08.10.2019
Song language: English
JT First Day Out |
| (You know what I’m sayin'? |
| You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man |
| For real, hahahaha) |
| When I was countin' down, these bitches counted me out (Yeah) |
| Now I’m back, I got 'em shocked, these bitches droppin' they mouth (Mouth) |
| Lil' Runaway, my friend mama helped me out |
| I don’t give a fuck about no bed, I’ll sleep on the couch (Couch) |
| Now I’m up |
| But I can write a book about the rainy days (Facts) |
| I don’t gotta throw shade to get a fanbase |
| I been a real bitch way before the fed case (Yeah) |
| Yung Miami held me down, that’s a bitch ace (Period) |
| And if a bitch try her, it’s a cold case |
| Get yo' ass snatched up like my new waist (Yeah) |
| Pulled in and out of prison like a drive-thru |
| Audemars waitin' on me 'cause the time flew (Ice) |
| I went from boots to khakis to Louis tennis shoes |
| Sendin' press to my people sittin' in the shoe |
| The blogs, they made me mad, they made me motivated |
| Yeah, I left the chain gang, bitch, I graduated |
| Been the most important bitch, yeah, I’m celebrated (Yeah) |
| Lil' baldhead bitch, still the most hated (Most hated) |
| Bitch, I’m right on time for the season change (Yeah) |
| Y’all hoes real salty, bitch, it’s seasons change (Yeah) |
| Might make my side nigga cop me a Range |
| And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain |
| Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don’t need no army, bitch (Yeah) |
| I ain’t got no love for these niggas, I ain’t Ronnie, bitch |
| Embarrass a bitch on stage, I’m on some Maury shit |
| Any bitch in my way, you gon' be sorry, bitch |
| I wish I would let one of you hoes try me |
| I’ll be back in khakis, blue shoes, walkin' through R&D |
| How y’all gon' end City Girls when y’all ain’t half of me? |
| Don’t play with Yung Miami, hoe, that’s the other half of me |
| Had the whole world waitin' on me like I’m a virgin |
| So it’s time to pop this cherry (This cherry), get this pussy workin' (Ayy) |
| New Rolls Royce, in the back it was a Birkin |
| Now that City Girls shit, bitch, that’s for certain (Period) |
| This was my first day out, I ain’t wait a day |
| Ate that time up like it’s cake, JT Anna Mae |
| Two bad bitches and they kissin' in the Wraith |
| Kissin'-kissin' in the Wraith |
| Kissin'-kissin' in the Wraith |
| Went in the same day Drake dropped «In My Feelings» |
| I was in prison on my bunk, really in my feelings (Facts) |
| Now I’m back to the millions, bitches in they feelings |
| I was in grays playing spades, Miami making children |
| But we ain’t killin' blessings just to please the public (Nah) |
| So when y’all say, «City Girls over,"just change the subject (How you know?) |
| Y’all hoes always bringing up old shit (Damn) |
| Go get a sugar daddy, suck a old dick (Get some old dick) |
| Bitches get exposed everyday |
| But I’m from Dade, I’ma do it anyway (I don’t care) |
| If I wasn’t who I was, they wouldn’t fuck with me |
| But I am who I am, and y’all can’t fuck with me (Yeah) |
| Went platinum on my bunk, sis can’t come for me (What's up?) |
| Like a ten-minute move, you better run for me |
| I did my time like a G |
| Man, motherfuck the B-O-P (Man, fuck the B-O-P) |
| Man, motherfuck L-P (Fuck 'em) |
| I keep some fours that’ll match your I. D |
| Y’all hoes want smoke, bring a match (Match, let’s go) |
| Left prison with a pimple, not a scratch (Scratch) |
| Point, blank, period, won’t see me back |
| Unless I’m pullin' up just to see Max (Ow) |
| Oh, and one more thing before I go |
| How y’all gon say a made bitch was pregnant from a C.O. |
| I don’t fuck with cops or blockers, you bitches slow |
| Stop with all the rumors, and tell your nigga I’m home |
| And it’s on |
| Period! |
| You bitches could never |