City Girls/trackstar Testo

You’re savage
You’re the baddest
You’re savage
You’re the baddest
(Big Zeeko)

Tell you where I wanna go
You’re heart is my home
I just wanna fuck your soul
She said never let go I asked you how many guys
You said a number and lied
But it’s okay , it’s alright
We all lie about that sometimes
Why don’t you text me come over?
I do it for you , you don’t ever do it for me
You play harder to get
And even harder to keep
But when i +44 you , you’re coming for me

You’re savage , nothing wrong
You’re the baddest , nothing wrong
Is it mad if , if i get a thrill from
City girl shit , come turn me on
You’re savage , nothing wrong
You’re the baddest , nothing wrong
Is it mad if , if i get a thrill from
City girl shit , come turn me on

You’re savage You’re the baddest
You’re savage
You’re the baddest

(Big Zeeko)

Running to the money like a trackstar
Tell a lie for the money like a pastor
All these rapping ass niggas need a BAFTA
Niggas singing like they in the X Factor
Running to the money like a trackstar
Tell a lie for the money like a pastor
Share me your location , let me track ya
Stole her lil heart like a hacker

I told the builder to build me a pool
Fresh everyday like the first day of school
I’ve got more Chanels than the shop floor , I do
Babe i’m out in public , careful sending nudes
You’re the one I buy , whatever into
Rich nigga can’t do no wrong
I dyed my hair blonde , i’m looking like Vegeta
Two tennis bracelets , Venus & Serena yeah
Young baller nigga feeling like I’m Reece James
Pussy , money , weed
I need 3 things
The phone do 3K on a weekday
Put some molly in my ha-ha cheat day

Running to the money like a trackstar
Tell a lie for the money like a pastor
All these rapping ass niggas need a BAFTA
Niggas singing like they in the X Factor
Running to the money like a trackstar
Tell a lie for the money like a pastor
Share me your location , let me track ya
Stole her lil heart like a hacker

Four Seasons , got baddies for you
If you’re cold , don’t go near my jewels
Ferrari outside , yeah we cruisin’
I just copped a Cali 50 for a Uzi
So much time we got
Nigga 40 , will slime , he got shot
I’m in Riyadh baby , long long away from the block
The crib is bigger baby
I can’t see the neighbours that i got

Running to the money like a trackstar
Tell a lie for the money like a pastor
All these rapping ass niggas need a BAFTA
Niggas singing like they in the X Factor
Running to the money like a trackstar
Tell a lie for the money like a pastor
Share me your location , let me track ya
Stole her lil heart like a hacker