Lyrics Tighten Up - City Girls

Opp, Messy hoes better wipe it up
Bitch don't make me put my wig in a rubber band
Snap a bitch down, with the fuck shit
Y'all hoes better tighten up (tighten up, huh?)
Y'all hoes better tighten up
I'm already gooking, on my period, pmsing
And my nigga fucking on me, and I'm stressing (damn)
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Hoe address it
Real bitches to the square
I'm speaking for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be fucking for hair
But my dog outside, if it's a nigga I drive, to a nigga I lie
Spiffy hoes better wake up
And get your motherfucking cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
Is you fucking for a stack? Bitch it ain't much
It's a drought ‘round here, pussy went up
Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up
A new Benz, just to sit up, condo on a beach just to kick up
I cut a check, we could split up
I'm already gooking, on my period, pmsing
And my nigga fucking on me, and I'm stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Hoe address it
My nigga acting crazy, I'm ‘bout to get rid of his baby
His mama acting shady, his sister tryna spray me
His homeboys wanna fuck me
And every bitch in the hood wanna fuck on him, because me
I ain't got time for these niggas, 'cause these niggas ain't nothing
I ain't tryna figure out, who he sucking and fucking
Bitch I got other shit to stress about
My bills late, money running out
Pull up, them stoves, bitch are running out
I gotta get it by any means
And keep my enemy's close, 'cause these other hoes only switch teams
When I'm in the field, just know I play for keeps
And keep my grass cut, so these bitches won't creep
I'm already gooking, on my period, pmsing
And my nigga fucking on me, and I'm stressing
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Hoe address it