City Girls - F**k the D to the A lyrics
Jatavia Shakara Johnson & Caresha Romeka Brownlee
[City Girls - F**k the D to the A lyrics]
First off, fuck a hater and her friend too (Fuck 'em)
You bitches dried up, yo' nigga drunk off this pussy juice (Ow)
I be ridin' fly, dodgin' cops with no fuckin' roof (Yep)
Not about a check, you can skate like New-New
I was in the feds laid back like it's a castle (Chillin')
If I gotta do a bid, no kids, no hassle
My niggas graduated off the block, no tassle
I'm a first pick, stupid bitch, this ain't no fuckin' raffle
One hundred bums, two hundred haters (Bums)
Weak bitches lookin' up, bitch, I'm stackin' paper
Get fly, post a pic, now that's retaliation
But if a bitch touch me, it's a different situation
Yeah, it's Yung Miami, ho
Bitches don't like my flow, but I'm pretty though
Not just on Snapchat, a real pretty ho
You niggas up low, my niggas really down to go
From thе beans to CC, put respect on it (Chеck that)
That's that Miami shit, they'll put a tech on it (Mhm)
Catch a PB, they'll snatch it off your neck, homie (Gimme that)
Put the guns up, bet you still don't wanna wreck, homie (Nah)
Pick yo' face up, do you need a face lift?
I'm a pretty bitch, still give you this .30 clip
Thinkin' with ya dick, my niggas thinkin' with them sticks
Ridin' all day on the molly, yeah, they with the shits
Fuck the D to the A, bitch, I'm from the yee
Where niggas leave off to college, come back with a case
No Lil Tay-K but you know they did the race
Got out that shit and did the same motherfuckin' thang
Goddamn, I'm that bitch
You postin' 'bout me but won't post 'bout yo' kids (Sad)
That nigga gon' fuck you, hop right in your Benz
Go pick up another bitch to ride in yo' shit, lil' bitch (Ha)
Tell me, what you bitches mad for? (What's wrong?)
Me and Miami one up, you can pick the score
Loud mouth, dry pockets, but that pussy sore (Ouch)
He wife me, he in and out you, you a corner store
Talkin' 'bout you beefin' with JT
No, you not, bitch, you only know me from IG
You's a bum ass ho, with some cheap ass weaves
Stealin' another bitch swag, you's a motherfuckin' thief
You a joke
Bitch, you know you motherfuckin' po' but want smoke
Come here, ho, you know I got it for the low (Ha)
I'ma give you hoes a discount
Get they ass, Miami
I'm the youngest bitch doin' it, check my photos out
Bum bitches talkin' shit just to get some clout
I'ma chill on IG and when I log out
Don't try to keep up and do this shit, you'll fall out
Mhm, I'm really with the shits
I'm the baddest bitch, hangin' with them savages (Ow)
I set a nigga up, a real sneaky bitch
Just to get a couple mills, and see them diamonds glists
I got some niggas in the back, and you know they with it
I got some niggas in the front, and you know they get it
But I'm in court, right hand like, "No, they didn't" (They ain't do that)
You try me, bitch, that'll be the wrong decision
He got his hoodie on, so you know this pussy drippin' (Ow)
I like wild niggas, momma said the wrong decision
I crank cards but my niggas get it out the kitchen
I was never that lil' baby that was fuckin' listenin'
What's my body count? Nigga, mind yo' fuckin' business
What's my body count? Nigga, what's yo' bank digits?
What's yo' bank digits?
You bitches dried up, yo' nigga drunk off this pussy juice (Ow)
I be ridin' fly, dodgin' cops with no fuckin' roof (Yep)
Not about a check, you can skate like New-New
I was in the feds laid back like it's a castle (Chillin')
If I gotta do a bid, no kids, no hassle
My niggas graduated off the block, no tassle
I'm a first pick, stupid bitch, this ain't no fuckin' raffle
One hundred bums, two hundred haters (Bums)
Weak bitches lookin' up, bitch, I'm stackin' paper
Get fly, post a pic, now that's retaliation
But if a bitch touch me, it's a different situation
Yeah, it's Yung Miami, ho
Bitches don't like my flow, but I'm pretty though
Not just on Snapchat, a real pretty ho
You niggas up low, my niggas really down to go
From thе beans to CC, put respect on it (Chеck that)
That's that Miami shit, they'll put a tech on it (Mhm)
Catch a PB, they'll snatch it off your neck, homie (Gimme that)
Put the guns up, bet you still don't wanna wreck, homie (Nah)
Pick yo' face up, do you need a face lift?
I'm a pretty bitch, still give you this .30 clip
Thinkin' with ya dick, my niggas thinkin' with them sticks
Ridin' all day on the molly, yeah, they with the shits
Fuck the D to the A, bitch, I'm from the yee
Where niggas leave off to college, come back with a case
No Lil Tay-K but you know they did the race
Got out that shit and did the same motherfuckin' thang
Goddamn, I'm that bitch
You postin' 'bout me but won't post 'bout yo' kids (Sad)
That nigga gon' fuck you, hop right in your Benz
Go pick up another bitch to ride in yo' shit, lil' bitch (Ha)
Tell me, what you bitches mad for? (What's wrong?)
Me and Miami one up, you can pick the score
Loud mouth, dry pockets, but that pussy sore (Ouch)
He wife me, he in and out you, you a corner store
Talkin' 'bout you beefin' with JT
No, you not, bitch, you only know me from IG
You's a bum ass ho, with some cheap ass weaves
Stealin' another bitch swag, you's a motherfuckin' thief
You a joke
Bitch, you know you motherfuckin' po' but want smoke
Come here, ho, you know I got it for the low (Ha)
I'ma give you hoes a discount
Get they ass, Miami
I'm the youngest bitch doin' it, check my photos out
Bum bitches talkin' shit just to get some clout
I'ma chill on IG and when I log out
Don't try to keep up and do this shit, you'll fall out
Mhm, I'm really with the shits
I'm the baddest bitch, hangin' with them savages (Ow)
I set a nigga up, a real sneaky bitch
Just to get a couple mills, and see them diamonds glists
I got some niggas in the back, and you know they with it
I got some niggas in the front, and you know they get it
But I'm in court, right hand like, "No, they didn't" (They ain't do that)
You try me, bitch, that'll be the wrong decision
He got his hoodie on, so you know this pussy drippin' (Ow)
I like wild niggas, momma said the wrong decision
I crank cards but my niggas get it out the kitchen
I was never that lil' baby that was fuckin' listenin'
What's my body count? Nigga, mind yo' fuckin' business
What's my body count? Nigga, what's yo' bank digits?
What's yo' bank digits?