City Girls - Tighten Up lyrics
Jatavia Shakara Johnson & Caresha Romeka Brownlee
[City Girls - Tighten Up lyrics]
Huh, messy hoes better wipe it up
Bitch, don’t make me put my
Wig in a rubber band
Slap a bitch down, with the fuck shit
Y’all hoes better tighten up
(tighten up, huh)
Y’all hoes better tighten up
I’m already gooking, on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing
(damn) haters tryna knock me for the
Shit that I’m blessed with, period!
You got a problem, hoe, address it
(get there)
Real bitches to the square
I’m speaking for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be fucking for hair
But my dog I'll slide, if
It’s a lick I'll drive, to a nigga I'll lie!
Sleepy hoes better wake up!
And get your motherfucking cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
If you fucking for a stack, bitch
It ain’t much (nothin')
It’s a drought ‘round here, pussy went up
(facts)
Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up
A new Benz, just to sit up
Condo on a beach just to kick up (kick up)
After the check, we can split up
I’m already gooking, on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the
Shit that I’m blessed with, period!
You got a problem, hoe, address it
My nigga acting crazy (nigga, what's up)
I’m ‘bout to get rid of his baby
His mama acting shady
His sister tryna spray me (what)
His homeboys wanna fuck me
And every bitch in the hood
Wanna fuck on him, because me
(facts) i ain’t got time for these niggas
Cause these niggas ain’t nothin'
I ain’t tryna figure out
Who he sucking and fucking
Bitch, I got other shit to stress about
(stress about)
My bills late, money running out
Pull up, them stores, bitch, are running out
I gotta get it by any means (period)
And keep Miami close
Cause these other hoes only switch teams
When I’m in the field
Just know I play for keeps
And keep my grass cut
So these bitches won’t creep
I’m already gooking, on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the
Shit that I’m blessed with, period!
You got a problem, hoe, address it
Bitch, don’t make me put my
Wig in a rubber band
Slap a bitch down, with the fuck shit
Y’all hoes better tighten up
(tighten up, huh)
Y’all hoes better tighten up
I’m already gooking, on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing
(damn) haters tryna knock me for the
Shit that I’m blessed with, period!
You got a problem, hoe, address it
(get there)
Real bitches to the square
I’m speaking for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be fucking for hair
But my dog I'll slide, if
It’s a lick I'll drive, to a nigga I'll lie!
Sleepy hoes better wake up!
And get your motherfucking cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
If you fucking for a stack, bitch
It ain’t much (nothin')
It’s a drought ‘round here, pussy went up
(facts)
Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up
A new Benz, just to sit up
Condo on a beach just to kick up (kick up)
After the check, we can split up
I’m already gooking, on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the
Shit that I’m blessed with, period!
You got a problem, hoe, address it
My nigga acting crazy (nigga, what's up)
I’m ‘bout to get rid of his baby
His mama acting shady
His sister tryna spray me (what)
His homeboys wanna fuck me
And every bitch in the hood
Wanna fuck on him, because me
(facts) i ain’t got time for these niggas
Cause these niggas ain’t nothin'
I ain’t tryna figure out
Who he sucking and fucking
Bitch, I got other shit to stress about
(stress about)
My bills late, money running out
Pull up, them stores, bitch, are running out
I gotta get it by any means (period)
And keep Miami close
Cause these other hoes only switch teams
When I’m in the field
Just know I play for keeps
And keep my grass cut
So these bitches won’t creep
I’m already gooking, on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the
Shit that I’m blessed with, period!
You got a problem, hoe, address it