ฟังเพลงNo Bars (Sped Up|Explicit)

No Bars (Sped Up|Explicit) - City Girls/JT

Lyrics by：Jatavia Johnson/Michael Kofi Bonsu/Raphael Oliveira

Composed by：Jatavia Johnson/Michael Kofi Bonsu/Raphael Oliveira

Produced by：Brizzy on da Beat/Noc

What you workin' with

Yeah what you workin' with

Uh what you workin' with

Show a real *****

What you workin' with

Pay for this p***y nigga yeah get yo' bands up

Ain't trickin' nigga I'ma hit yo' mans up

Cold 'ass cocky ***** fur in the summertime brr

He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a ***** fine

******* always in my business JT what you really do what

I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool bing

I'm a real big dog ***** Scrappy Doo

Doin' all that wifey **** knowin' he don't **** with you

Poster girl p***y in yo' nigga dreams

I'ma hold a semi bust whoever in between bop

Gangster ***** JT Medellín

Haven't heard from the opps yeah they ain't said a thing shh

I'll be damned nigga you know who I am nigga

Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams nigga

******* on my d**k pretty like a transgender ow

Sit this 'pussy on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty floors up can't hop out

My coupe unless I lift the doors up ayy

Told my nigga twin turbo V8 the motor skrrt

Self esteems drop every time I show up

Yeah wrist doin' eighty in a thirty five ice ice

Shut Marni down for some furry slides sloppy

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies

Cop me Chanel nigga thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid yeah

Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades yeah

And I ain't gotta do a ************ thing

I ain't gotta do a ************ thing ***** period

Told y'all 'hoes I don't work jobs

I am a ************' job

******* always in my ************' business

Worried about what the **** I got goin' on ho

It's City Girl **** ho

Even when you think it ain't City Girl ****

I'm a City Girl *****

Second verse to you hatin' 'ass 'hoes tired a*s

Who get mad every time I strike a pose

I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes yup

Hood ***** dressed like a weirdo huh

Run away now I'm steppin' in some runway

***** you can't **** with my on yo' birthday never

Free my real ******* Corrlink and J Pay free my *******

You gon' be home **** what the judge say

I'm low key ******* **** with my anxiety

I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry

I'm the hype nah y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that ***** give a **** who don't like me

It's grind time no flossin' let's get it

Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in

These ******* tired they exhausted tired 'ass h*es

Got ******* tannin' for this dark skin

***** I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes baow baow baow

Yeah I'm really from them trenches

Pretty 'ass lips make these ******* cop syringes mwah

No bars