Flewed Out (Explicit)
City Girls"Flewed Out (Explicit)" is a song by City Girls, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:53 long and contains 99 lines and 714 words.
Lyrics
0:17Married to the streets I can't do forest
0:19Know some rich n***as that'd never make the Forbes list
0:21Still I'll bust a move in some Jordans
0:23Jordans
0:23Make 'em take their phone I know she tryna record me
0:26Flew her on the jet I got chartered yeah
0:27Half a million now a hundred my starter kit
0:29Press a button on the whip and make it start up
0:32Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor
0:34I believe in God not in karma
0:36Karma
0:36Ain't f**kin' with these b***hes who just lookin' for a comma
0:39Comma
0:39Seven figure n***a two commas
0:40Commas
0:41I been poppin' back that money so n***as even can't relate
0:43I been runnin' up from zeros some s**t I just gotta say
0:45Everybody got a job I guess they position to hate
0:47I can deal when n***as talkin' as long they in they place
0:49I was married to the game I'm just happy I got away
0:52Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
0:54I ain't f**kin' with that lil' boy he beneath me
0:56I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep
0:58Shorty really love me she just scared I'ma leave
1:00Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
1:03We ain't makin' nothin' competition we just leasin'
1:05Only hittin' baddies can't be f**kin' 'round with decent
1:07B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
1:09I got some money I'm tryna blow give me a reason
1:11You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons
1:14You do the job I pay the tab we eatin'
1:16B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
1:18We stayin' over I'm on mine no sleepin'
1:20Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
1:22Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin'
1:25B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
1:26Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out
1:29Period
1:30P***y make him pack it up and move out
1:31Yup
1:32Hair worth the last name and new house
1:34F**kin' on a private my mood now
1:35Haha
1:36Let him eat this p***y on the G5
1:37I'ma bust this a*s like I'm strippin' in the G5
1:39Plenty n***as tryna hit had to hit 'em with the deny
1:41Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply
1:44Haha
1:45Patek the wrist I'm such a boss b***h
1:46Boss b***h
1:47My two Birkins like they don't cost s**t
1:48Cost s**t
1:49Suckin' him dead he in the coffin
1:51P***y tsunami Miami Dolphin
1:53Haha
1:53I got some money I'm tryna blow give me a reason
1:55You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons
1:57You do the job I pay the tab we eatin'
1:59B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
2:01For the weekend
2:02We stayin' over I'm on mine no sleepin'
2:04Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
2:06Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin'
2:08Yeah
2:08B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
2:10Ha what's up
2:11JT back trap n***as bring the blues out
2:12Yeah
2:13I was in the cell Yung Miami gettin' flewed out
2:15Ah
2:15Put this p***y on him make a n***a say Ooh ahh
2:17City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool
2:19Everybody wanna be relationship goals
2:21Yeah
2:21How they tricks sis we ain't savin' these h*es
2:23Uh-huh
2:23Fly a hood b***h from Miami to Melrose
2:25Yeah
2:26P***y on his nose in the back of the Rolls
2:27What's up
2:28Post up the food but don't post the n***a
2:30Nah
2:30Post up the bag but don't post the spender
2:32No
2:32Kiss and you tell I'ma suspend you
2:34Bye
2:35Free game but this p***y expensive
2:36Period
2:37I got some money I'm tryna blow give me a reason
2:39You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons
2:41You do the job I pay the tab we eatin'
2:43B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
2:44We stayin' over I'm on mine no sleepin'
2:45Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
2:47Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin'
2:49B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
2:50B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
2:52B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
2:53B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Married to the streets I can't do forest Know some rich n***as that'd never make the Forbes list Still I'll bust a move in some Jordans Jordans Make 'em take their phone I know she tryna record me Flew her on the jet I got chartered yeah Half a million now a hundred my starter kit Press a button on the whip and make it start up Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor I believe in God not in karma Karma Ain't f**kin' with these b***hes who just lookin' for a comma Comma Seven figure n***a two commas Commas I been poppin' back that money so n***as even can't relate I been runnin' up from zeros some s**t I just gotta say Everybody got a job I guess they position to hate I can deal when n***as talkin' as long they in they place I was married to the game I'm just happy I got away Then I take a picture with a R in the seat I ain't f**kin' with that lil' boy he beneath me I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep Shorty really love me she just scared I'ma leave Give a couple thousand every time that we creep We ain't makin' nothin' competition we just leasin' Only hittin' baddies can't be f**kin' 'round with decent B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend I got some money I'm tryna blow give me a reason You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons You do the job I pay the tab we eatin' B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin' over I'm on mine no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin' B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out Period P***y make him pack it up and move out Yup Hair worth the last name and new house F**kin' on a private my mood now Haha Let him eat this p***y on the G5 I'ma bust this a*s like I'm strippin' in the G5 Plenty n***as tryna hit had to hit 'em with the deny Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply Haha Patek the wrist I'm such a boss b***h Boss b***h My two Birkins like they don't cost s**t Cost s**t Suckin' him dead he in the coffin P***y tsunami Miami Dolphin Haha I got some money I'm tryna blow give me a reason You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons You do the job I pay the tab we eatin' B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend For the weekend We stayin' over I'm on mine no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin' Yeah B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend Ha what's up JT back trap n***as bring the blues out Yeah I was in the cell Yung Miami gettin' flewed out Ah Put this p***y on him make a n***a say Ooh ahh City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool Everybody wanna be relationship goals Yeah How they tricks sis we ain't savin' these h*es Uh-huh Fly a hood b***h from Miami to Melrose Yeah P***y on his nose in the back of the Rolls What's up Post up the food but don't post the n***a Nah Post up the bag but don't post the spender No Kiss and you tell I'ma suspend you Bye Free game but this p***y expensive Period I got some money I'm tryna blow give me a reason You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons You do the job I pay the tab we eatin' B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin' over I'm on mine no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin' B***h tryna to get flewed out for the weekend B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend B***h tryna get flewed out for the weekend
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