City Girls – Tighten Up lyrics

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These hoes better wipe it up
b**h don’t make me put my wig in a rubber band
Snap a b**h down, with the f** sh**
Y’all hoes better tighten up (tighten up, huh?)
Y’all hoes better tighten up
I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing
And my n***a f**ing on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the sh** that I’m blessed with, period
You got a problem? Hoe address it
Real b**hes to the square, I’m speaking for the boss b**hes
And not you hoes that be f**ing for half
But my dog outside, if it’s a n***a I drive
To a n***a I lie!
Spiffy hoes better wake up! And get your motherf**ing cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
Is you f**ing for a stack, b**h it ain’t much
It’s a drought ‘round here, p**y went up
Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up
A new Benz, just to sit up, condo on a beach just to kick up
I cut a check, we could split up
I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing
And my n***a f**ing on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the sh** that I’m blessed with, period
You got a problem? Hoe address it
My n***a acting crazy, I’m ‘bout to get rid of his baby
His mama acting shady, his sister tryna spray me
His homeboys wanna f** me
And every b**h in the hood wanna f** him, because me
I ain’t got time for these n***as, cause these n***as ain’t nothing
I ain’t tryna figure out, who he s**ing and f**ing
b**h I got other sh** to stress about
My bills late, money running out
Pull up, them stoves, b**h are running out
I gotta get it by any means
And keep my enemy’s close, cause these other hoes only switch teams
When I’m in the field, just know I play for keeps
Keep my gra** cut, so these b**hes won’t creep
I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing
And my n***a f**ing on me, and I’m stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the sh** that I’m blessed with, period
You got a problem? Hoe address it

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