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letra de season - city girls

[chorus: jt & yung miami]
it’s that season (y’all know what time it is)
where n-gg-s cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
it’s that season
where n-gg-s cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (blow a bag)
time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (run it up, ayy)
it’s that season
where n-gg-s cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
it’s that season
where n-gg-s cut a check for no reason (where the money at?)
time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (yup)
time to blow a bag, time to blow a bag (ayy)
it’s that season where n-gg-s cut a check for no reason

[verse 1: yung miami]
it’s that season, you gon’ cut it or what?
i want an ap watch, is you gon’ flood it or what?
want a brand new whip, all black, gotta be new body
wanna get my teeth done and get a new body
spoiled lil’ b-tch, and you knew ’bout it (facts)
so when i ask you for sh-t, don’t get confused ’bout it (n-gg-)
where the boosters?
where the ones stealin’ clothes at? (where they at?)
where the trappers? where the scammers?
where the zoes at? (where they at?)
put me in dolce & gabbana, put me in some new sh-t (yup)
f-ckin’ with a raw b-tch, only rock exclusives (haha)
makeup, lashes, i gotta get my hair done
you like it when i grip that d-ck, so get my nails done
(for no reason)

[verse 2: lil baby]
baby
first of all, b-tch you got me f-cked up
i ain’t blowin’ sh-t unless i’m gettin’ my d-ck sucked
anyway, is you down to let my friends f-ck?
wish i would go and buy a bird b-tch a benz truck
buy you a couple things, couple thousand
that’s what playas do (yeah)
and then you textin’, talkin’ ’bout your rent due, f-ck you
answer this, how you a boss and you don’t own sh-t?
knowin’ i ain’t chasin’ you, you know i got my own b-tch
but nails done, hair done, all that sh-t cheap
buy a different b-tch a lacefront, seven days a week
all you post is fashion nova, all of a sudden, you want gucci
know i got a lot of money, you won’t play me like i’m stupid
b-tch, please

[verse 3: jt]
i got my hand out, even when i don’t need no handout (gimme that)
‘cause i’m a bad b-tch, you gotta cash out (you know)
talkin’ big sh-t, what’s your stash ‘bout? (where it’s at?)
you say you gettin’ money, we gon’ see now (lemme see)
nah, i can’t settle for it (nah)
blow a bag, i might squeeze you in my schedule for it
i glo’d up, it’s a whole new level for it
i need your visa and the pin to the debit for it (ha)
ayy, it’s that season
good p-ssy, n-gg-s know i got that leave-in (wet, wet)
i told him, “blow a bag,” he said give him a reason (boy, what?)
f-ck n-gg-, don’t play with me pay up, or a b-tch leavin’ (period)

- city girls

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