City Girls - RAW Lyrics

What's up? It's the City Girls
And if you lookin' for some serious ass, freestylin', cypher ass rap
Tigga in the motheruckin' basement, sweatin' in yo' motherfuckin' car
This ain't no motherfuckin' J. Cole, even he know nobody ain't perfect
Kanye, but we 'bout to drive you bitches crazy
Queen Latifah, who you callin' a bitch?
This ain't no motherfuckin' Missy Elliot, but we gon' show y'all how to get y'all freak on
Foxy Brown, even she knew it wasn't no romance without finance
Jacki-O, but we back on the block, jumpin' out on these hoes like Jack-in-the-Box, surprise
I ain't no motherfuckin' Slim Shady
And we ain't 50 Cent but you can find us in the club
Bitch, you could turn this album off right now
'Cause all you gon' get is some real City Girls shit
Scammin', trickin', pussy rap
Period