City Girls Make Em Wish Like Ray J Lyrics
City Girls Make Em Wish Like Ray J Lyrics

City Girls Make Em Wish Like Ray J Lyrics. Main tiktok song words are City Girls make ’em wish like Ray J (Let me talk to ’em) All these n^ggas wanna f^ck JT (They do).

City Girls Make Em Wish Like Ray J Lyrics

Yeah (Turn me up, YC)
JT

Uh, f^ck n^gga, I don’t wanna hear it (Nah)
Ain’t talkin’ the bag, I cover my ears
I hop in the Lamb’, I’m switchin’ the gears (Skrrt)
My b^tches is ballin’, make these n^ggas chill
Audemars baguettes with the crushed face (Ice, ice)
I leave a b^tch mad with the stuck face (Ha)
Who the f^ck y’all hoes playin’ wit’ anyways? (What?)
City Girls make ’em wish like Ray J (Let me talk to ’em)
All these n^ggas wanna f^ck JT (They do)
Hellcat, this a SRT (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, G-Wag’ 63 (Ow)
Make a fifty-five suck they teeth
He wanna ménage with a new body (Ow)
Man, you n^ggas can’t f^ck with me
‘Cause I came from the bottom (Yeah)
From the feds to the charter (Yeah)
Broke b^tches ain’t sayin’ a thing, period (Yeah)

I tell her, “Shut the f^ck up,” when I hit it
F^cked up her hair, she just did it (Go)
I’m really f^ckin’ ’round with his lil’ boo on the low (Ooh)
What the f^ck buddy said? I couldn’t hear ’em (Shut up, lil’ n^gga)
I keep the head while I drive, almost f^cked up my ride (Skrrt)
Had a hand full of hair while I’m steerin’ (I’m serious)
She rippin’ off my Amiris
She love to get head, she pull up on her period (Period)
I thought somebody said, “That’s your wifey, dawg” (Huh?)
F^ck everybody, don’t like ’em all (Go)
His b^tch love me ’cause I f^ck like a dog (Woo)
I got this sh^t on, n^gga, wipe me off (Yeah)
I hop out the backseat just like a boss (Ooh)
I two-toned the Maybach, my seats Ronald Reagan
It came with a pillow, I came from the pavement
Thought somebody said I ain’t made it (Go)

Huh? (What?)
Ah, I thought a broke n^gga said somethin’ (Ah)
Talkin’ sh^t but they still ain’t sayin’ nothin’ (Ain’t sayin’ nothin’)
We gon’ trap this b^tch out ’til the feds come (Run it up, run it up)
Huh? (What she say?)
Ah, I thought a p^ssy ho said somethin’ (Ah)
How it go when I’m talkin’, you listen (Just listen)
Cut her off ’cause she spoke on the business (Go)

You broke ass b^tch, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
When I hold up my wrist, it’s sayin’ somethin’ (Yeah)
Your n^gga, he know ’cause he payin’ somethin’ (Damn)
I ball on these b^tches like and one
Swish, b^tch, I’m the sh^t
QC the clique, we rich as a b^tch
Yeah, ayy, Miami, I’m lit, Patek on my wrist
Follow the drip, my jewelry sick (Ice)
Pneumonia pink diamonds, got the corona (Ugh, ugh)
Moneybagg Runtz, that’s the aroma (Woo)
This ain’t no mid from Arizona
B^tch, I’m serious (Real), period (Period)
All that ho sh^t, I ain’t hearin’ it (b^tch)
My n^ggas pull up with sticks, they clearin’ it (Rrah)
Yeah, me and JT, we killin’ it, period

I thought a n^gga who watch what I do
But he can’t get his b^tch back said somethin’ (Tough)
Is it true that he postin’ another n^gga money?
Prolly, I don’t put that past him (Maybe so)
I thought a ho that be speakin’ on me
But be f^ckin’ a broke n^gga said somethin’ (Listen)
Hold up, lil’ b^tch, get a n^gga that’s lit
I’m the whole loaf, he the bread crumbs (Go)
Rappers with these mixed feelings (What?)
I ain’t f^ckin’ wit’ ’em (Nope)
Like a Richard Mille, let me know what time it is
Bagg, where the Runtz at? (Huh?) Know you got it on you
‘Posed to be smell-proof, bustin’ out the vacuum seal
These n^ggas lil’ boy, childish, Fisher-Price
Confident, I’m not cocky, so get it right
She bendin’ over but I want some head first
I don’t even wanna know what the p^ssy like
Trippin’ too close to fallin’ so I’m ballin’
It’s crazy, my opp got shot but I ain’t call it (Sike, slow up)
I come around, n^ggas gon’ put they ho up
These b^tches stay on my channel, yeah
Must’ve seen me on TV, yeah
It took me six hours to count a mill’ exactly
I’m accurate with that cheese, yeah (Big bag)

Huh? (What?)
Ah, I thought a broke n^gga said somethin’ (Ah)
Talkin’ sh^t but they still ain’t sayin’ nothin’ (Ain’t sayin’ nothin’)
We gon’ trap this b^tch out ’til the feds come (Run it up, run it up)
Huh? (What she say?)
Ah, I thought a p^ssy ho said somethin’ (Ah)
How it go when I’m talkin’, you listen (Just listen)
Cut her off ’cause she spoke on the business (Go)

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