| Y’all hoes done fucked up
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| Bitch, don’t make me come out, wig in a rubber band (Band)
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| Wait
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| Slap a bitch down with the fuck shit
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| I’m talkin' to you ho
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| Y’all hoes better turn up
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| Enough is enough, bitch
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| City Girls with the fuck shit
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| Nah, don’t blame it on you drunk bitch (Nah)
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| See we can wylin', hoe
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| The whole clique gon' follow hoe (Bitch)
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| Be at your door like dominoes
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| And your main nigga love me (Haha)
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| Bruh been tryna fuck me
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| For the bread, walk him like a puppy (Walk him)
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| It ain’t no love for you both side playin' hoes
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| Play with your kids or the radio, bitch
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| Another comma, millionaire status
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| A cool one, twenty on the Patek
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| Dope bitch, magic
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| I live a poor bitch dreams (Yeah)
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| Coco Chanel me, please
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| Y’all hoes too dangerous (Dangerous)
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| In my comments, talkin' crazy (Crazy)
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| But I can’t make no bitch famous (Nah)
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| City Girls ain’t changing
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| But shit, how could you blame me? |
| (Blame me)
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| Bein' me made me famous
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| Titties sittin', no sports bra (Yeah)
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| Fuck a nigga in a sports car (Skrrt)
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| Spike his drink at a sports bar
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| Y’all hoes make me sick
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| Always cuffin' tricks
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| Calling phones, talkin' slick
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| Lil' bitch, who taught you?
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| Mama should abort you
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| If you in my view, I would’ve pulled up and fought you
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| But I’m way up, you bitches too low
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| New ass, new teeth, bitch, check out the glow (Period)
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| Bitch, don’t make put my wig in a rubber band (Band)
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| Slap a bitch down with the fuck shit (Fuck shit)
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| Y’all hoes better turn up
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| Didn’t think bitches like us could do better
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| From Dade County, straight to Coachella
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| My heart cold, better bring two sweaters
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| And your best bitch, we’ll take whoever
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| Gutter bitch, grace the cover of the billboards
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| Locked up, nominated, BET awards
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| City Girls, talk that shit they scream
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| Real ass bitch, I ain’t flex for streams
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| I’m fresh out, niggas comin' in varieties
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| I’m fightin' loss, fightin' demons and anxiety
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| I really used to sleep on palettes
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| Now I’m sittin' in the condo like it’s a palace
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| Main bitch locked up, had to hold it down (Down)
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| With a baby in my stomach at the Rolling Loud (Facts)
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| Uh, kept you bitches out my game room (Period)
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| 'Cause y’all the same fake hoes from The Shade Room (Shade room)
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| I came from runnin' outta stores to awards shows (Blessed)
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| Momma we made it, can’t wait 'til you come home
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| Shot up my Benz, I was pregnant, I was seven months (Damn)
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| Me and baby Summer too blessed up (Blessed up)
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| Now everybody want a verse from us
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| All the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us
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| Bought a bag to the hood when I touchdown (Touchdown)
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| Did this shit for Dade County', yeah we up now
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| Miami, don’t make me put this wig in a rubber band again (Wig in a rubber band
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| again)
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| Still the same, ain’t changed, just changed where I live (Changed where I live) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Enough/Better , by - City Girls. Song from the album City On Lock, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп