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by City Girls
[Intro]
What's up? It's the City Girls
And if you lookin' for some serious ass, freestylin', cypher ass rap
Tyga in the motheruckin' basement, sweatin' in yo' motherf*ckin' car
This ain't no motherf*ckin' J. Cole, even he know nobody ain't perfect
Kanye, but we 'bout to drive you b*tches crazy
Queen Latifah, who you callin' a b*tch?
This ain't no motherf*ckin' Missy Elliot, but we gon' show y'all how to get y'all freak on
Foxy Brown, even she knew it wasn't no romance without finance
Jacki-O, but we back on the block, jumpin' out on these hoes like Jack-in-the-Box Surprise
I ain't no motherf*ckin' Slim Shady
And we ain't 50 Cent but you can find us in the club
b*tch, you could turn this album off right now 'cause all you gon' get is some realCity Girls sh*t
Scammin', trickin', pus*y rap
Period