It′s Yung Miami, ho
City Girl shit
Mustard on the beat, ho
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
′Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
I'm a real ass bitch, I need him too hood
(Yep)
Buy me Louis, take me out, and fuck me too good
Take me ′round his homeboys and they whisper
They like, "Damn, nigga, do she got a sister?"
Wobbly wobbly, drop, drop it on his dick
And this pussy tighten up, when he in it, gotta grip
Gotta use two hands ′cause my thighs too thick
He gotta drop ten bands just to take me on a trip, ayy
I need nigga that's gon′ pull up with that heat
Need a nigga that's gon′ leave my wrists on freeze
He gon' beat that case, it ain′t got no lease
Need a nigga that don't fuck with nobody
And he don't give a fuck about you hoes
Tryna slide in his DM, yeah, I know
Gotta stick under the seat in the Rolls
I might catch a bitch coming out the stores, like, "Bitch"
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I′m a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
′Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Pussy clean, pussy pink, pussy need to eat
In the morning he gon′ gargle it like Listerine
He know I'm better than his ex, better than his next
That′s why he got all these diamonds, they drippin' down my neck
Wobblity, wobblity, wop, I′ma bounce on it
Do my dance, then put my mouth on it
All these lil' bitches wanna get like me
'Cause they never met a motherfucker fresh like me
They fucking niggas, but you know they give me figures
I got my own, but I′ma spend it anyway
And if you really wanna know if you a winner
When ain′t no commas, who these broke bitches pick?
Fuck a date, nigga, take me to the bank
Trickin' niggas, I do it because I can
Then send him home to his BM in the van
Then text my other nigga like, "Where you at?"
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I′m a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I′m a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Put this cookie in your mouth like a Percocet
Put my legs on his face like a turtleneck
This ain't no race, take your time, nigga, shmurda that
Nigga, jump in this pussy, hurdle that
I need a real ass nigga that′s gon' hold me down
Pick a bitch up, lick a bitch down
Lick me from the back, smack it 'til it hurt
Lift a bitch skirt, nigga, make me squirt
Keep a strap in the Jeep case a bitch tweak
Hope that nigga got some racks ′cause this ain′t cheap
I'ma break the whole bank if he date me
And hope I don′t go in his pockets when he go to sleep
Renni Rucci on the beat and the dick
Make a nigga lick my feet and my clit
Pull it out, it tastes sweet on the lips
I need a nigga with some meat on the stick
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
′Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Where he at?
Dumb fat, yeah, you know my ass fatter
Where he at?
Dumb fat, yeah, you know you like that
Writer(s): Jatavia Johnson, Caresha Brownlee, Stephanie M. Allen
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