Enough/Better (Explicit)

Enough/Better (Explicit) - City Girls

Lyrics by：Jatavia Johnson/Caresha Brownlee/Shawn Pierre/Marvin Beauville/Tyrone Nelms/Kinta Cox

Composed by：Jatavia Johnson/Caresha Brownlee/Shawn Pierre/Marvin Beauville/Tyrone Nelms/Kinta Cox

Y'all hoes done f**ked up

B***h don't make me come out wig in a rubber band band

Wait

Slap a b***h down with the f**k s**t

I'm talkin' to you ho

Y'all hoes better turn up

Enough is enough b***h

City girls with the f**k s**t

Nah don't blame it on you drunk b***h nah

See we can wylin' h*e

The whole clique gon' follow h*e b***h

Be at your door like dominoes

And your main n***a love me haha

Bruh been tryna f**k me

For the bread walk him like a puppy walk him

It ain't no love for you both side playin' hoes

Play with your kids or the radio b***h

Another comma millionaire status

A cool one twenty on the patek

D**e b***h magic

I live a poor b***h dreams yeah

Coco chanel me please

Y'all hoes too dangerous dangerous

In my comments talkin' crazy crazy

But I can't make no b***h famous nah

City girls ain't changing

But s**t how could you blame me blame me

Bein' me made me famous

Titties sittin' no sports bra yeah

F**k a n***a in a sports car skrrt

Spike his drink at a sports bar

Y'all hoes make me sick

Always cuffin' tricks

Calling phones talkin' slick

Lil' b***h who taught you

Mama should abort you

If you in my view I would've pulled up and fought you

But I'm way up you b***hes too low

New a*s new teeth b***h check out the glow period

B***h don't make put my wig in a rubber band band

Band

Slap a b***h down with the f**k s**t f**k s**t

Y'all hoes better turn up

Didn't think b***hes like us could do better

From dade County straight to coachella

My heart cold better bring two sweaters

And your best b***h we'll take whoever

Gutter b***h grace the cover of the billboards

Locked up nominated bet awards

City girls talk that s**t they scream

Real a*s b***h I ain't flex for streams

I'm fresh out n***as comin' in varieties

I'm fightin' loss fightin' demons and anxiety

I really used to sleep on palettes

Now I'm sittin' in the condo like it's a palace

Main b***h locked up had to hold it down down

With a baby in my stomach at the rolling loud facts

Uh kept you b***hes out my game room period

'Cause y'all the same fake hoes from

The shade room shade room

I came from runnin' outta stores to awards shows blessed

Momma we made it can't wait 'til you come

Shot up my benz I was seven months d**n

Me and baby Summer too blessed up blessed up

Now everybody want a verse from us

All the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us

Bought a bag to the hood when I touchdown touchdown

Did this s**t for dade county' yeah we up now

Man don't make me put this wig in a rubber band again

Wig in a rubber band again

Wig in a rubber band again

Still the same ain't changed just changed where I live

Changed where I live

Changed where I live