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City Girls

"Act Up"

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Verse 1: JT & Yung Miami]
Real ass b*tch, give a f*ck 'bout a n*gga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pus*y Tigger
f*ckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass n*gga
Same group of b*tches, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your n*gga
If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match that fake ass gold
I'm the realest b*tch ever to you snake ass hoes

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
It's Yung Miami, and I came to run my sack up (Yup)
Tired ass hoes on my page tryna track us (Ha)
Brand new chain, City Girls goin' Platinum (Facts)
I keep a baby Glock, I ain't fightin' with no random, period (Period)
You b*tches weak, is you serious? (Haha)
I let him taste the pus*y, now he actin' all delirious (Ow)
Did the dash in the Rover like it’s Fast and Furious
She see my number in his phone, now you actin' curious (b*tch)
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it (Yup)
He a classy n*gga rockin' Tom Ford (Classy)
I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me (Lil' b*tch)
I bet your lil' brother wanna f*ck on me
Hood b*tch, good pus*y, I ain't average
Um, he can't come around without that cabbage (Nah)
Um, pop a pus*y b*tch quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun

[Chorus]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[Verse3: JT]
JT on the track, and you know I'm 'bout my paper
pus*y sweet, pus*y tight, so he called it Lifesaver
If your ass a broke n*gga, hell nah, I can't date ya
If your ass a rich n*gga, I'ma f*ck ya 'til you ain't one
If that n*gga a scammer, I'm turnin' to a dancer (Yup)
I make it clap like he got the right answer
Sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
He wanna freak, pus*y pink, breast cancer
Oh, you like big butts, well I like big bucks
I don't care about your chain, n*gga, or your big truck (Nah)
Yeah, I know you gettin' it, but is you spendin' it?
Give a f*ck what a n*gga got if he ain't givin' it
Ba-badass b*tch, bad attitude (Yeah)
Nails done, hair done, ass too (Ow)
Your baby daddy f*ckin' me and suckin' me
He don't answer you, b*tch, that's because of me (Period)

[Chorus]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

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