City Girls - Face Down lyrics
Jatavia Shakara Johnson & Caresha Romeka Brownlee
[City Girls - Face Down lyrics]
Uh, Miami (Ah yeah) yeah (Ah yeah)
What good is that nigga bag
If he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch
We ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones
Don't let him start tippin', no
Face down, ass up, slut me out (Slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out
(Eat me out) he know this pussy stay wet
In the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty
Squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out
(Period) handcuff, left right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still
Fuckin' up the sheets (Ah)
To the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a wee bitch
You know it ain't me (Period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit
(Spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man
I been that bitch (Been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me
He meant that shit (Ah)
Laid it down, lay him off for the town
Ayy, JT, yeah
Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags
Out of niggas (yeah)
I think I just leveled up
Hoes say I'm weirder (What?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hit in
(Ah) if he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch
Pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, might go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me
Really ain't got no room (None)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room
(Ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up
That-that's the way I like to fuck (Wow)
You want a bitch from the
City, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherfuckin' Philly, uh
What good is that nigga bag
If he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch
We ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones
Don't let him start tippin', no
What good is that nigga bag
If he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch
We ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones
Don't let him start tippin', no
What good is that nigga bag
If he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch
We ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones
Don't let him start tippin', no
Face down, ass up, slut me out (Slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out
(Eat me out) he know this pussy stay wet
In the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty
Squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out
(Period) handcuff, left right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still
Fuckin' up the sheets (Ah)
To the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a wee bitch
You know it ain't me (Period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit
(Spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man
I been that bitch (Been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me
He meant that shit (Ah)
Laid it down, lay him off for the town
Ayy, JT, yeah
Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags
Out of niggas (yeah)
I think I just leveled up
Hoes say I'm weirder (What?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hit in
(Ah) if he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch
Pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, might go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me
Really ain't got no room (None)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room
(Ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up
That-that's the way I like to fuck (Wow)
You want a bitch from the
City, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherfuckin' Philly, uh
What good is that nigga bag
If he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch
We ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones
Don't let him start tippin', no
What good is that nigga bag
If he don't spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch
We ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones
Don't let him start tippin', no
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