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Fuck The D To The A
by City Girls
Fuck The D To The A Song Text
Fuck The D To The A by City Girls
You b**ches dried up, your nigga drunk off this pussy juice
I be riding fly, dodging cops with no f**king roof
Not about a check, you can skate like New New
I was in the feds laid back like it's a castle
If I gotta do a bid, no kids, no hassle
My niggas graduated off the block, no tassle
I'm a first pick, stupid b**ch, this ain't no f**king raffle
One hundred bums, two hundred haters
Weak b**ches looking up, b**ch, I'm stacking paper
Get fly, post a pic, now that's retaliation
But if a b**ch touch me, it's a different situation
Yeah, it's Yung Miami, ho
b**ches don't like my flo, but I'm pretty though
Not just on Snapchat, a real pretty ho
You niggas up low, my niggas really down to go
From the beans to CC, put respect on it
That's that Miami sh*t, they'll put a tech on it
Catch a pb, they'll snatch it off your neck, homie
Put the guns up, bet you still don't wanna wreck, homie
Pick your face up, do you need a face lift?
I'm a pretty b**ch, still give you this .30 clip
Thinking with your dick, my niggas thinking with them sticks
Riding all day on the molly, yeah, they with the sh*ts
f**k the D to the A, b**ch, I'm from the yee
Where niggas leave off to college, come back with a case
No Lil Tay-K but you know they did the race
Got out that sh*t and did the same motherf**king thang
Goddamn, I'm that b**ch
You posting about me but won't post about your kids
That nigga gon' f**k you, hop right in your Benz
Go pick up another b**ch to ride in your sh*t, little b**ch
Tell me, what you b**ches mad for?
Me and Miami one up, you can pick the score
Loud mouth, dry pockets, but that pussy sore
He wife me, he in and out you, you a corner store
Talking about you beefing with JT
No, you not, b**ch, you only know me from IG
You's a bum ass ho, with some cheap ass weaves
Stealing another b**ch swag, you's a motherf**king thief
You a joke
b**ch, you know you motherf**king po' but want smoke
Come here, ho, you know I got it for the low
Ha, I'ma give you hoes a discount, get they ass, Miami
I'm the youngest b**ch doing it
Check my photos out, bum b**ches talking sh*t just to get some clout
I'ma chill on IG and when I log out
Don't try to keep up and do this sh*t, you'a fall out
Mhmm, I'm really with the sh*ts
I'm the baddest b**ch, hanging with them savages
I set a nigga up, a real sneaky b**ch
Just to get a couple mills, and see them diamonds glists
I got some niggas in the back, and you know they with it
I got some niggas in the front, and you know they get it
But I'm in court, right hand like, "No, they didn't"
You try me, b**ch, that'll be the wrong decision
He got his hoodie on, so you know this pussy dripping
I like wild niggas, momma said the wrong decision
I crank cards but my niggas get it out the kitchen
I was never that lil' baby that was f**king listening
What's my body count? nigga, mind your f**king business
What's my body count? nigga, what's your bank digits?
What's your bank digits?
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