City girl

[Chorus]
Don't stress girl, call me when you get home
When you touchdown, you know we get it on
Wanna take drugs, stay up until the morning
Got a new bag so baby put it on
Got some fake friends, you know they did you wrong (yeah)
Them bitches ain't got nothing on you
Hop inside my whip, you ain't got nothing to do
I got a pent house, that bitch it got one hell of a view
Wanna take drugs, can tell this is nothing special for you
Oh you a pro now..
Oh you strong and you can get it on your own now..
But lemme tell you the truth, you just a hoe now
You a CITY GIRL, I can't blame it on you
You wanna go out, that's just the shit they do
You want advice?
Well lemme tell the truth
You drive me crazy every time I think of you

[Interlude]
In the city
Things can change
Life's so strange
In the city
In the city
Oh girl in the city

[Verse]
Lemme chill out, calm down a bit
You can't stand I fucked these other bitches
And the truth is I can't stand that shit
You said "i **** you" to these other niggas
We argue back and forth, baby can we just finish
Open up your heart and lemme see the damage

It seem like when I'm home, I just be home alone
And I know you seen my post, so baby hit my phone
You fucking with that broke nigga, my money long
And I know you need that new bag and that new cologne

And its fucked up and I know you see it
Only time you call me is when these niggas leaving
I feel like I'm in hell but you my favorite demon
But every time you call me girl I wanna see ya

I been up for 3 days
Tryna get myself right
Knew that we were in ****...
When we kissed in that moonlight
So lets go smoke a few blunts and maybe get the mood right
You got your martini, and I just got my Coors Light (damn)
It feel good don't it (yeah)
I know that you feeling yo self
And when we're done you put me right back on your shelf
You never needed me, I feel like everybody else (damn)
It feel good don't it (yeah)
I know that you feeling yo self

[Chorus]
Don't stress girl, call me when you get home
When you touchdown, you know we get it on
Wanna take drugs, stay up until the morning
Got a new bag so baby put it on
Got some fake friends, you know they did you wrong (yeah)
Them bitches ain't got nothing on you
Hop inside my whip, you ain't got nothing to do
I got a pent house, that bitch it got one hell of a view
Wanna take drugs, can tell this is nothing special for you

(Oh you a pro now...)
(Oh you strong and can get it on your own now)