City Girls - Tighten Up Lyrics

Huh?
Messy hoes better wipe it up
Bitch don't make me put my wig in a rubber band
Slap a bitch down, with the fuck shit
Y'all hoes better tighten up (tighten up, huh?)
Y'all hoes better tighten up

I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fuckin' on me, and I'm stressin' (damn)
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho address it (get there)

Real bitches to the square
I'm speakin' for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be fuckin' for hair
For my dog I'll slide
If it's a lick I'll drive
To a nigga I lie
Sleepy hoes better wake up
And get your motherfuckin' cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
If you fuckin' for a stack, bitch, it ain't much (nothin')
It's a drought 'round here, pussy went up (facts)
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 (kick up)
After the check, we could split up

I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fuckin' on me, and I'm stressin'
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho address it

My nigga actin' crazy (nigga wassup?)
I'm 'bout to get rid of his baby
His mama actin' shady, his sister tryna spray me (what?)
His homeboys wanna fuck me
And every bitch in the hood wanna fuck on him, because me (facts)
I ain't got time for these niggas
'cause these niggas ain't nothin'
I ain't tryna figure out, who he suckin' and fuckin'
Bitch I got other shit to stress about (stress about)
My bills late, money runnin' out
Pull up to them stores, bitch, I'm runnin' 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 grass cut, so these bitches won't creep

I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'ing
My nigga fuckin' on me, and I'm stressin'
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho address it