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City Girls – Period (We Live) lyrics
[Chorus: J.T. & Yung Miami]
City girls, from the 305
Ghetto booty, pretty face, thick thighs
Period! Y’all bitches know we live
Pimp a nigga head, straight to Ocean Drive
Period!

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
I’m the baddest, yeah I said it, hoe
Say that then! Bitch, you already know
Pimping, been boosting, been getting out of stores
I been the rawest bitch, checks my resume, hoe
Pretty ass face and my pussy on Fiji
Queen of the south can’t nan hoe see me
Fifty bands nigga, just to get your rocks on
Meet me at the spot, nigga drop your kids off
If a nigga come short, then his dick staying soft
Only fuck with rich niggas, fuck it, mask off!
Put me on a lick and I bet I won’t freeze up
Nigga fuck once and his ass going bankrupt
I need a nigga, big dick and a Cuban link
Running shit, from Opa Locka down the south beach
Ass ain’t free, nigga is you stupid?
Bitch, I’m from the bottom, you know how we do this (305)

[Chorus: J.T. & Yung Miami]
City girls, from the 305
Ghetto booty, pretty face, thick thighs
Period! Y’all bitches know we live
Pimp a nigga head, straight to Ocean Drive
City girls, from the 305
Ghetto booty, pretty face, thick thighs
Period! Y’all bitches know we live
Pimp a nigga head, straight to Ocean Drive
Period!

[Verse 2: J.T.]
I’m the realest bitch that’s facts (huh)
Niggas hate when your on your shit and talk back
Damn where the love? Nigga where the bag at?
Oh you broke? Nigga where your daddy at? (aye)
I don’t care if he sell dope or play football
You gotta be coined up, to feel these walls
Bum niggas, give me headaches, where the Tylenol?
If you ain’t talking money, that’s a missed call
Hell nah, I ain’t no motherfucking cheap freak (uh-uh)
Poor ass nigga, you can’t get a sneak peek
I call my last nigga Monopoly
I fucked him so good, I owned a few property’s (oww)
Talk game got his dick hard, now I’m the authorized user on his credit card
Thought I loved you? Hell nah, it ain’t that deep
That’s what you get for fucking with a bitch like me

[Chorus: J.T. & Yung Miami]
City girls, from the 305
Ghetto booty, pretty face, thick thighs
Period! Y’all bitches know we live
Pimp a nigga head, straight to Ocean Drive
City girls, from the 305
Ghetto booty, pretty face, thick thighs
Period! Y’all bitches know we live
Pimp a nigga head, straight to Ocean Drive
Period!

[Outro: J.T. & Yung Miami]
Damn where the love? Nigga, where the bag at?
Damn where the love? Nigga, where the bag at?
Damn where the love? Nigga, where the bag at?
N-Nigga, where the bag at? Period!
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Songwriters: Caresha Brownlee, Diego Iborra, Jatavia Johnson
Period (We Live) lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group

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