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What's up? It's the City Girls And if you lookin' for some serious ass, freestylin', cypher ass rap Tyga in the motheruckin' basement, sweatin' in yo' motherfuckin' car This ain't no motherfuckin' J. Cole, even he know nobody ain't perfect Kanye, but we 'bout to drive you bitches crazy Queen Latifah, who you callin' a bitch? This ain't no motherfuckin' Missy Elliot, but we gon' show y'all how to get y'all freak on Foxy Brown, even she knew it wasn't no romance without finance Jacki-O, but we back on the block, jumpin' out on these hoes like Jack-in-the-Box Surprise I ain't no motherfuckin' Slim Shady And we ain't 50 Cent but you can find us in the club Bitch, you could turn this album off right now 'cause all you gon' get is some real City Girls shit Scammin', trickin', pussy rap Period