CEO Trayle - City Girls

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Baby, you a pool, I think you Aquafina
Lookin' with a flashlight, tell me
Have you seen her?
Wanna be a singer, nasty bitch like Trina
A city girl like JT
Tell niggas get they green up

I was in the opps' hood
For a bitch named Angelina
Told my bitch that me
No you is Martin with no Gina
Lot of shit to teach her
Just might be her teacher
At first, head was okay
I turned her to an eater
That's not my baby, bitch
We don't need Jerry Springer
Told the guys that we can't let
Not nothin' come between us
We gon' take our own flights
A couple planes might leave us
Leave it to me just like
Lil' Wally and Ms cleaver
Uh, chopped a brick quick
Thought I used a cleaver
Bitch, this a Rollie, this is not Geneva
Big Mr whole Thang, this is not a teaser
Sent my bitch back home
Ain't have a valid visa
Play with 4'll get you swiss cheesed up
Niggas actin' like they ain't
Never fuckin' need us
I done seen Big Folks save
Your life like a preacher
Bitch said I smell like a mil' train
Less formal Prada sneaker
Most the time, be geeked up
Only one way to meet us
All these drugs we mixin' got
Me goin' off the meter
I don't even think there is a
Fuckin' way to beat us
And these niggas can't join us
JP got me with the bud

Baby, you a pool, I think you Aquafina
Lookin' with a flashlight, tell me
Have you seen her?
Wanna be a singer, nasty bitch like Trina
A city girl like JT
Tell niggas get they green up

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