City Girls – Face Down Lyrics

Face Down Lyrics by City Girls

[Intro]
Uh, Miami (Ah yeah)
Yeah (Ah yeah)

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
What good is that nigga bag if he don’t spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin’ sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain’t trippin’
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don’t let him start tippin’, no

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Face down, ass up, slut me out (Slut me out)
I don’t even let a broke nigga eat me out (Eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said “Do I look basic? Wife me now”
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Bettеr spend that shit, baby, ice me out (Pеriod)
Handcuff, left right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still fuckin’ up the sheets (Ah)
To the valet, y’all niggas so cheap
If you lookin’ for a wee bitch, you know it ain’t me (Period)
Pussy ain’t free, you better spend that shit (Spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch (Been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I’m in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit (Ah)

[Break: JT]
Laid it down, lay him off for the town
Ayy, JT, yeah

[Verse 2: JT]
Shoutout my bitches gettin’ bags out of niggas (Yeah)
I think I just leveled up, hoes say I’m weirder (What?)
I’m in that big bulletproof with a hit in (Ah)
If he ain’t blowin’ a bag, bitch, pick a better nigga
I’m in that new coupe, might go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin’ on me really ain’t got no room (None)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room (Ew)
I’m a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that’s the way I like to fuck (Wow)
You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherfuckin’ Philly, uh

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
What good is that nigga bag if he don’t spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin’ sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain’t trippin’
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don’t let him start tippin’, no
What good is that nigga bag if he don’t spend it
Bad bitches love shoppin’ sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain’t trippin’
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don’t let him start tippin’, no