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Face Down by City Girls




Face Down
Uh, Miami (Ah yeah)
Yeah (Ah yeah)

[Yung Miami:]
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it
Bad b**ches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, b**ch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no

Face down, ass up, sl*t me out (sl*t me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out (Eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that sh*t, baby, ice me out (Period)
Hand clap, left right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still f**kin' up the sheets (Ah)
To the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a wee b**ch, you know it ain't me (Period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that sh*t (Spend that sh*t)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that b**ch (Been that b**ch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that sh*t
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that sh*t (Ah)

[JT:]
Lay it down, lay it muhf**kin' down
Ayy, JT, yeah

Shoutout my b**ches gettin' bags out of niggas (Yeah)
I think I just leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (What?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hit in (Ah)
If he ain't blowin' a bag, b**ch, pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, might go vroom-vroom
b**ches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (None)
I mean literally, no house b**ch, no room (Ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to f**k (Wow)
You want a b**ch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherf**kin' Philly, uh

[Yung Miami:]
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it
Bad b**ches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, b**ch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it
Bad b**ches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, b**ch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', ay





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