City Girls

Tighten Up
Opp These hoes better wipe it up Bitch don’t make me put my wig in a rubber band Snap 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, pmsing And 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 Real bitches to the square, I’m speaking for the boss bitches And not you hoes that be fucking for half But my dog outside, if it’s a nigga I drive To a nigga I lie! Spiffy hoes better wake up! And get your motherfucking cake up Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch Is you fucking for a stack, bitch it ain’t much It’s a drought ‘round here, pussy went up 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 I cut a check, we could split up I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing Letras de cancionesHaters tryna knock me for the shit that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem? Hoe address it My nigga acting crazy, I’m ‘bout to get rid of his baby His mama acting shady, his sister tryna spray me His homeboys wanna fuck me And every bitch in the hood wanna fuck him, because me I ain’t got time for these niggas, cause these niggas ain’t nothing I ain’t tryna figure out, who he sucking and fucking Bitch I got other shit to stress about My bills late, money running out Pull up, them stoves, bitch are running out I gotta get it by any means And keep my enemy’s close, cause these other hoes only switch teams When I’m in the field, just know I play for keeps Keep my grass cut, so these bitches won’t creep I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And 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 From Letras Mania