No Bars (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
I got Brizzy on the beat he go crazy
What up 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 n***a
Yeah
Get yo' bands up
Oh you ain't trickin' n***a I'ma hit yo' mans up
The ****
Cold a*s 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 ***** you a scrappy-doo
Doin' all that wifey **** knowin' he don't **** with you
Poster girl p***y in yo' n***a 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 n***a you know who I am n***a
Huh
Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams n***a
Yeah
******* on my d**k pretty like a transgender
Ow
Sit this p***y on his chin in a chinchilla
Fifty flows up can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up
Ayy
Told my n***a twin turbo V8 the motor
Skrrt
Self esteem drop every time I show up
Yeah wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five
Ice ayy
Shut Marni down for some furry slides
Sloppy
Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies
Huh
Cop me Chanel n***a 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 h*es 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' a*s h*es
Tired a*s
Who get mad every time I strike a pose
Damn
I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes
Yep
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 a*s h*es
Got ******* tannin' for this dark skin
***** I'm really from the trenches
Where it's shots I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes
Bop bop bow
Yeah I'm really from them trenches
Pretty a*s lips make these ******* cop syringes mwah
No bar
