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(Show a real bitch)\nUh, what you workin' with?\n\nPay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\nOh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\nCold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\nHe gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\nBitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\nI be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\nI'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\nDoin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\nPoster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\nI'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\nGangster bitch, JT, Medellín\nHaven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\nI'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\nLong way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\nBitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\nSit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\nFifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\nUnless I lift the doors up (ayy)\nTold my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\nSelf esteems drop every time I show up\nYeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\nShut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\nLook him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\nCop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\nThe price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\nCrocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\nI ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\nTold y'all hoes I don't work jobs\nI am a motherfuckin' job\nBitches always in my motherfuckin' business\nWorried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\nIt's City Girl shit (ho)\nEven when you think it ain't City Girl shit\nI'm a City Girl, bitch\n\nSecond verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\nWho get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\nI'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\nHood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\nRun away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\nBitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\nFree my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\nYou gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\nI'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\nI'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\nI'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\nI'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\nIt's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\nPulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\nThese bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\nGot bitches tannin' for this dark skin\nBitch, I'm really from the trenches\nWhere it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\nYeah, I'm really from them trenches\nPretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\nNo bars","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.83] I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n[00:09.31] (Shut up, 9)\n[00:11.77] What you workin' with? (Yeah)\n[00:14.29] What you workin' with? (Uh)\n[00:16.79] What you workin' with? (Show a real nigga)\n[00:19.39] What you workin' with?\n[00:20.22] Pay for this pussy (Yeah), get your bands up\n[00:22.93] Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit your mans up\n[00:25.38] Cold-ass bitch, I keep that fire in the summertime (Brr)\n[00:27.85] He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n[00:30.64] Niggas always in my business, JT, what you really do? (What?)\n[00:32.90] I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (Bitch)\n[00:35.50] I'm a real big dog, bitch, what Scrappy do?\n[00:37.92] Doin' all that wifey shit, knowin' he don't fuck with you\n[00:40.58] Poster girl, bitch, in your nigga dreams\n[00:43.05] I'm a whole-ass nigga, bust whoever in between (Baow)\n[00:45.52] Gangsta bitch, JT, Medellín\n[00:47.81] Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing\n[00:50.92] I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am (Huh)\n[00:53.49] Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams (Yeah)\n[00:56.27] Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (Ow)\n[00:58.35] Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n[01:00.64] 50 Flows up, can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Facts)\n[01:04.21] Told my niggas twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)\n[01:06.95] Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n[01:09.80] Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ice)\n[01:13.38] Shut Marni down for some furry slides (Slide, bitch)\n[01:15.86] Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Haha)\n[01:18.48] Copped me Chanel, bitch, thirty times\n[01:20.75] The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)\n[01:23.48] Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)\n[01:25.82] And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n[01:28.55] I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n[01:31.96] Period\n[01:32.31] Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n[01:34.95] Bitch, I am a motherfuckin' job\n[01:36.55] Niggas always in my motherfuckin' business\n[01:39.53] Worryin' about the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n[01:42.48] Hahaha, it's City Girl shit\n[01:46.44] Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n[01:49.69] I'm a City Girl bitch\n[01:51.22] Second verse to you hatin' ass niggas (Ha)\n[01:53.94] You get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)\n[01:56.48] I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (Yup)\n[01:59.05] Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (Ho)\n[02:01.63] Runaway, now I'm steppin' in some runway (Bitch)\n[02:04.33] You can't fuck with me on your birthday (Hell nah)\n[02:06.68] Free my real bitch, Corrlink and JPay (Free my bitch)\n[02:09.16] You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n[02:11.65] I'm lowkey, bitch, fuck with my anxiety\n[02:14.17] I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry (Ah, ah)\n[02:16.62] I'm the hype now, y'all ain't gotta hype me (Ah, ah)\n[02:19.21] I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me (Huh)\n[02:21.61] It's grind time, no flossin' (Let's get it)\n[02:24.24] Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n[02:26.76] These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired of that bitch)\n[02:29.22] Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n[02:32.02] Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:33.83] Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Baow, baow, baow)\n[02:37.01] Yeah, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:39.27] Pretty ass lips make these hoes cop syringes\n[02:41.82] Mwah, no bars\n[02:56.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls\n album: No Bars\n duration_ms: 177000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n start_ms: 7830\n end_ms: 9310\n- text: (Shut up, 9)\n start_ms: 9310\n end_ms: 11770\n- text: What you workin' with? 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(Show a real bitch)\n Uh, what you workin' with?\n\n Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\n Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\n Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\n He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n Bitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\n I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\n Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n Fifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\n Unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n Self esteems drop every time I show up\n Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\n Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\n Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n I am a motherfuckin' job\n Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n It's City Girl shit (ho)\n Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n I'm a City Girl, bitch\n\n Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\n Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\n Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n Pretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n No bars\n"},{"id":20849891,"name":"No Bars","trackName":"No Bars","artistName":"City Girls","albumName":"No Bars","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you workin' with?\nYeah, what you workin' with?\nUh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\nUh, what you workin' with?\n\nPay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\nOh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\nCold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\nHe gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\nBitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\nI be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\nI'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\nDoin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\nPoster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\nI'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\nGangster bitch, JT, Medellín\nHaven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\nI'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\nLong way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\nBitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\nSit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\nFifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\nUnless I lift the doors up (ayy)\nTold my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\nSelf esteems drop every time I show up\nYeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\nShut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\nLook him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\nCop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\nThe price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\nCrocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\nI ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\nTold y'all hoes I don't work jobs\nI am a motherfuckin' job\nBitches always in my motherfuckin' business\nWorried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\nIt's City Girl shit (ho)\nEven when you think it ain't City Girl shit\nI'm a City Girl, bitch\n\nSecond verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\nWho get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\nI'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\nHood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\nRun away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\nBitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\nFree my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\nYou gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\nI'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\nI'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\nI'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\nI'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\nIt's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\nPulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\nThese bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\nGot bitches tannin' for this dark skin\nBitch, I'm really from the trenches\nWhere it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\nYeah, I'm really from them trenches\nPretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\nNo bars","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls\n album: No Bars\n duration_ms: 159000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What you workin' with?\n Yeah, what you workin' with?\n Uh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\n Uh, what you workin' with?\n\n Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\n Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\n Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\n He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n Bitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\n I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\n Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n Fifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\n Unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n Self esteems drop every time I show up\n Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\n Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\n Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n I am a motherfuckin' job\n Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n It's City Girl shit (ho)\n Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n I'm a City Girl, bitch\n\n Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\n Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\n Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n Pretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n No bars\n"},{"id":26275076,"name":"No Bars","trackName":"No Bars","artistName":"City Girls","albumName":"No Bars - Single","duration":176.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you workin' with?\nYeah, what you workin' with?\nUh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\nUh, what you workin' with?\n\nPay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\nOh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\nCold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\nHe gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\nBitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\nI be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\nI'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\nDoin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\nPoster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\nI'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\nGangster bitch, JT, Medellín\nHaven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\nI'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\nLong way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\nBitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\nSit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\nFifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\nUnless I lift the doors up (ayy)\nTold my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\nSelf esteems drop every time I show up\nYeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\nShut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\nLook him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\nCop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\nThe price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\nCrocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\nI ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\nTold y'all hoes I don't work jobs\nI am a motherfuckin' job\nBitches always in my motherfuckin' business\nWorried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\nIt's City Girl shit (ho)\nEven when you think it ain't City Girl shit\nI'm a City Girl, bitch\n\nSecond verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\nWho get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\nI'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\nHood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\nRun away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\nBitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\nFree my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\nYou gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\nI'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\nI'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\nI'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\nI'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\nIt's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\nPulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\nThese bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\nGot bitches tannin' for this dark skin\nBitch, I'm really from the trenches\nWhere it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\nYeah, I'm really from them trenches\nPretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\nNo bars","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls\n album: No Bars - Single\n duration_ms: 176000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What you workin' with?\n Yeah, what you workin' with?\n Uh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\n Uh, what you workin' with?\n\n Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\n Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\n Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\n He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n Bitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\n I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\n Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n Fifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\n Unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n Self esteems drop every time I show up\n Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\n Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\n Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n I am a motherfuckin' job\n Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n It's City Girl shit (ho)\n Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n I'm a City Girl, bitch\n\n Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\n Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\n Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n Pretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n No bars\n"},{"id":7062178,"name":"No Bars","trackName":"No Bars","artistName":"City Girls & JT","albumName":"No Bars","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you workin' with?\nYeah, what you workin' with?\nUh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\nUh, what you workin' with?\n\nPay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\nOh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\nCold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\nHe gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\nBitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\nI be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\nI'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\nDoin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\nPoster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\nI'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\nGangster bitch, JT, Medellín\nHaven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\nI'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\nLong way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\nBitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\nSit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\nFifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\nUnless I lift the doors up (ayy)\nTold my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\nSelf esteems drop every time I show up\nYeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\nShut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\nLook him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\nCop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\nThe price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\nCrocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\nI ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\nTold y'all hoes I don't work jobs\nI am a motherfuckin' job\nBitches always in my motherfuckin' business\nWorried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\nIt's City Girl shit (ho)\nEven when you think it ain't City Girl shit\nI'm a City Girl, bitch\n\nSecond verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\nWho get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\nI'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\nHood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\nRun away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\nBitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\nFree my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\nYou gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\nI'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\nI'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\nI'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\nI'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\nIt's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\nPulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\nThese bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\nGot bitches tannin' for this dark skin\nBitch, I'm really from the trenches\nWhere it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\nYeah, I'm really from them trenches\nPretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\nNo bars","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.83] I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n[00:09.31] (Shut up, 9)\n[00:11.77] What you workin' with? (Yeah)\n[00:14.29] What you workin' with? (Uh)\n[00:16.79] What you workin' with? (Show a real nigga)\n[00:19.39] What you workin' with?\n[00:20.22] Pay for this pussy (Yeah), get your bands up\n[00:22.93] Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit your mans up\n[00:25.38] Cold-ass bitch, I keep that fire in the summertime (Brr)\n[00:27.85] He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n[00:30.64] Niggas always in my business, JT, what you really do? (What?)\n[00:32.90] I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (Bitch)\n[00:35.50] I'm a real big dog, bitch, what Scrappy do?\n[00:37.92] Doin' all that wifey shit, knowin' he don't fuck with you\n[00:40.58] Poster girl, bitch, in your nigga dreams\n[00:43.05] I'm a whole-ass nigga, bust whoever in between (Baow)\n[00:45.52] Gangsta bitch, JT, Medellín\n[00:47.81] Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing\n[00:50.92] I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am (Huh)\n[00:53.49] Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams (Yeah)\n[00:56.27] Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (Ow)\n[00:58.35] Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n[01:00.64] 50 Flows up, can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Facts)\n[01:04.21] Told my niggas twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)\n[01:06.95] Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n[01:09.80] Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ice)\n[01:13.38] Shut Marni down for some furry slides (Slide, bitch)\n[01:15.86] Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Haha)\n[01:18.48] Copped me Chanel, bitch, thirty times\n[01:20.75] The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)\n[01:23.48] Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)\n[01:25.82] And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n[01:28.55] I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n[01:31.96] Period\n[01:32.31] Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n[01:34.95] Bitch, I am a motherfuckin' job\n[01:36.55] Niggas always in my motherfuckin' business\n[01:39.53] Worryin' about the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n[01:42.48] Hahaha, it's City Girl shit\n[01:46.44] Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n[01:49.69] I'm a City Girl bitch\n[01:51.22] Second verse to you hatin' ass niggas (Ha)\n[01:53.94] You get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)\n[01:56.48] I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (Yup)\n[01:59.05] Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (Ho)\n[02:01.63] Runaway, now I'm steppin' in some runway (Bitch)\n[02:04.33] You can't fuck with me on your birthday (Hell nah)\n[02:06.68] Free my real bitch, Corrlink and JPay (Free my bitch)\n[02:09.16] You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n[02:11.65] I'm lowkey, bitch, fuck with my anxiety\n[02:14.17] I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry (Ah, ah)\n[02:16.62] I'm the hype now, y'all ain't gotta hype me (Ah, ah)\n[02:19.21] I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me (Huh)\n[02:21.61] It's grind time, no flossin' (Let's get it)\n[02:24.24] Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n[02:26.76] These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired of that bitch)\n[02:29.22] Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n[02:32.02] Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:33.83] Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Baow, baow, baow)\n[02:37.01] Yeah, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:39.27] Pretty ass lips make these hoes cop syringes\n[02:41.82] Mwah, no bars\n[02:56.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls & JT\n album: No Bars\n duration_ms: 177000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n start_ms: 7830\n end_ms: 9310\n- text: (Shut up, 9)\n start_ms: 9310\n end_ms: 11770\n- text: What you workin' with? 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(What?)\n[00:32.83] I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n[00:35.33] I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a scrappy-doo\n[00:37.85] Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n[00:40.35] Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n[00:42.82] I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n[00:45.56] Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n[00:47.68] Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n[00:50.86] I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n[00:53.50] Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n[00:55.98] Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n[00:58.55] Sit this pussy on his chin, in a chinchilla\n[01:00.78] Fifty floors up\n[01:01.65] Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n[01:04.12] Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n[01:06.92] Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n[01:09.78] Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ayy)\n[01:13.57] Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n[01:16.04] Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n[01:18.47] Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n[01:20.95] The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n[01:23.45] Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n[01:25.61] And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n[01:28.57] I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n[01:32.31] Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n[01:35.08] I am a motherfuckin' job\n[01:37.34] Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n[01:39.68] Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on ho\n[01:43.82] It's City Girl shit (ho)\n[01:46.45] Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n[01:49.52] (I'm a City Girl, bitch)\n[01:51.11] Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n[01:54.07] Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n[01:56.56] I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yep)\n[01:59.35] Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n[02:01.71] Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n[02:04.27] Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n[02:06.72] Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n[02:09.30] You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n[02:11.74] I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n[02:13.92] I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n[02:16.48] I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n[02:19.29] I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n[02:21.80] It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n[02:24.22] Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n[02:26.72] These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n[02:29.22] Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n[02:31.90] Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:33.89] Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (bop, bop, bow)\n[02:36.97] Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n[02:39.06] Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n[02:42.85] No bars\n[02:43.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls, JT\n album: No Bars\n duration_ms: 154000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)\n start_ms: 7600\n end_ms: 9050\n- text: (What up Noc)\n start_ms: 9050\n end_ms: 11500\n- text: What you workin' with?\n start_ms: 11500\n end_ms: 13480\n- text: Yeah, what you workin' with?\n start_ms: 13480\n end_ms: 16260\n- text: Uh, what you workin' with?\n start_ms: 16260\n end_ms: 18470\n- text: Show a real bitch what you workin' with\n start_ms: 18470\n end_ms: 20280\n- text: Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\n start_ms: 20280\n end_ms: 22940\n- text: Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\n start_ms: 22940\n end_ms: 25110\n- text: Cold ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\n start_ms: 25110\n end_ms: 27740\n- text: He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n start_ms: 27740\n end_ms: 30200\n- text: Bitches always in my business, JT, what you really do? 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(What?)\n I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a scrappy-doo\n Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n\n Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n\n I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n Sit this pussy on his chin, in a chinchilla\n\n Fifty floors up\n Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n\n Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ayy)\n Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n\n The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\n Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n I am a motherfuckin' job\n Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on ho\n It's City Girl shit (ho)\n Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n (I'm a City Girl, bitch)\n\n Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yep)\n Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n\n Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n\n I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n\n It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n\n Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (bop, bop, bow)\n Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n No bars\n"},{"id":19783927,"name":"No Bars","trackName":"No Bars","artistName":"City Girls","albumName":"City Girls Songs","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you workin' with?\nYeah, what you workin' with?\nUh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\nUh, what you workin' with?\n\nPay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\nOh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\nCold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\nHe gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\nBitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\nI be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\nI'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\nDoin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\nPoster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\nI'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\nGangster bitch, JT, Medellín\nHaven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\nI'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\nLong way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\nBitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\nSit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\nFifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\nUnless I lift the doors up (ayy)\nTold my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\nSelf esteems drop every time I show up\nYeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\nShut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\nLook him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\nCop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\nThe price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\nCrocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\nI ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\nTold y'all hoes I don't work jobs\nI am a motherfuckin' job\nBitches always in my motherfuckin' business\nWorried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\nIt's City Girl shit (ho)\nEven when you think it ain't City Girl shit\nI'm a City Girl, bitch\n\nSecond verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\nWho get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\nI'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\nHood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\nRun away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\nBitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\nFree my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\nYou gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\nI'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\nI'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\nI'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\nI'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\nIt's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\nPulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\nThese bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\nGot bitches tannin' for this dark skin\nBitch, I'm really from the trenches\nWhere it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\nYeah, I'm really from them trenches\nPretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\nNo bars","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls\n album: City Girls Songs\n duration_ms: 215000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What you workin' with?\n Yeah, what you workin' with?\n Uh, what you workin' with? (Show a real bitch)\n Uh, what you workin' with?\n\n Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\n Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\n Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\n He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n Bitches always in my business, \"JT, what you really do?\" (What?)\n I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo\n Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n Fifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe\n Unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n Self esteems drop every time I show up\n Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)\n Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\n Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n I am a motherfuckin' job\n Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n It's City Girl shit (ho)\n Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n I'm a City Girl, bitch\n\n Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)\n Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)\n Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n Pretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n No bars\n"},{"id":33977435,"name":"No Bars (a cappella)","trackName":"No Bars (a cappella)","artistName":"City Girls","albumName":"No Bars","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n(Shut up, 9)\nWhat you workin' with? (Yeah)\nWhat you workin' with? (Uh)\nWhat you workin' with? (Show a real nigga)\nWhat you workin' with?\n\nPay for this pussy (Yeah), get your bands up\n\nOh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit your mans up\nCold-ass bitch, I keep that fire in the summertime (Brr)\nHe gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n\nNiggas always in my business, JT, what you really do? 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(Yeah)\n[00:14.29] What you workin' with? (Uh)\n[00:16.79] What you workin' with? (Show a real nigga)\n[00:19.39] What you workin' with?\n[00:20.22] Pay for this pussy (Yeah), get your bands up\n[00:22.93] Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit your mans up\n[00:25.38] Cold-ass bitch, I keep that fire in the summertime (Brr)\n[00:27.85] He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n[00:30.64] Niggas always in my business, JT, what you really do? (What?)\n[00:32.90] I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (Bitch)\n[00:35.50] I'm a real big dog, bitch, what Scrappy do?\n[00:37.92] Doin' all that wifey shit, knowin' he don't fuck with you\n[00:40.58] Poster girl, bitch, in your nigga dreams\n[00:43.05] I'm a whole-ass nigga, bust whoever in between (Baow)\n[00:45.52] Gangsta bitch, JT, Medellín\n[00:47.81] Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing\n[00:50.92] I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am (Huh)\n[00:53.49] Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams (Yeah)\n[00:56.27] Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (Ow)\n[00:58.35] Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n[01:00.64] 50 Flows up, can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Facts)\n[01:04.21] Told my niggas twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)\n[01:06.95] Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n[01:09.80] Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ice)\n[01:13.38] Shut Marni down for some furry slides (Slide, bitch)\n[01:15.86] Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Haha)\n[01:18.48] Copped me Chanel, bitch, thirty times\n[01:20.75] The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)\n[01:23.48] Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)\n[01:25.82] And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n[01:28.55] I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n[01:31.96] Period\n[01:32.31] Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n[01:34.95] Bitch, I am a motherfuckin' job\n[01:36.55] Niggas always in my motherfuckin' business\n[01:39.53] Worryin' about the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n[01:42.48] Hahaha, it's City Girl shit\n[01:46.44] Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n[01:49.69] I'm a City Girl bitch\n[01:51.22] Second verse to you hatin' ass niggas (Ha)\n[01:53.94] You get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)\n[01:56.48] I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (Yup)\n[01:59.05] Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (Ho)\n[02:01.63] Runaway, now I'm steppin' in some runway (Bitch)\n[02:04.33] You can't fuck with me on your birthday (Hell nah)\n[02:06.68] Free my real bitch, Corrlink and JPay (Free my bitch)\n[02:09.16] You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n[02:11.65] I'm lowkey, bitch, fuck with my anxiety\n[02:14.17] I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry (Ah, ah)\n[02:16.62] I'm the hype now, y'all ain't gotta hype me (Ah, ah)\n[02:19.21] I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me (Huh)\n[02:21.61] It's grind time, no flossin' (Let's get it)\n[02:24.24] Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n[02:26.76] These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired of that bitch)\n[02:29.22] Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n[02:32.02] Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:33.83] Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Baow, baow, baow)\n[02:37.01] Yeah, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:39.27] Pretty ass lips make these hoes cop syringes\n[02:41.82] Mwah, no bars\n[02:56.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars (a cappella)\n artist: City Girls\n album: No Bars\n duration_ms: 177000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n start_ms: 7830\n end_ms: 9310\n- text: (Shut up, 9)\n start_ms: 9310\n end_ms: 11770\n- text: What you workin' with? 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(Yeah)\n[00:14.29] What you workin' with? (Uh)\n[00:16.79] What you workin' with? (Show a real nigga)\n[00:19.39] What you workin' with?\n[00:20.22] Pay for this pussy (Yeah), get your bands up\n[00:22.93] Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit your mans up\n[00:25.38] Cold-ass bitch, I keep that fire in the summertime (Brr)\n[00:27.85] He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n[00:30.64] Niggas always in my business, JT, what you really do? 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(Yeah)\n[00:14.29] What you workin' with? (Uh)\n[00:16.79] What you workin' with? (Show a real nigga)\n[00:19.39] What you workin' with?\n[00:20.22] Pay for this pussy (Yeah), get your bands up\n[00:22.93] Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga? I'ma hit your mans up\n[00:25.38] Cold-ass bitch, I keep that fire in the summertime (Brr)\n[00:27.85] He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n[00:30.64] Niggas always in my business, JT, what you really do? (What?)\n[00:32.90] I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (Bitch)\n[00:35.50] I'm a real big dog, bitch, what Scrappy do?\n[00:37.92] Doin' all that wifey shit, knowin' he don't fuck with you\n[00:40.58] Poster girl, bitch, in your nigga dreams\n[00:43.05] I'm a whole-ass nigga, bust whoever in between (Baow)\n[00:45.52] Gangsta bitch, JT, Medellín\n[00:47.81] Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing\n[00:50.92] I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am (Huh)\n[00:53.49] Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams (Yeah)\n[00:56.27] Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (Ow)\n[00:58.35] Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla\n[01:00.64] 50 Flows up, can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Facts)\n[01:04.21] Told my niggas twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)\n[01:06.95] Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n[01:09.80] Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ice)\n[01:13.38] Shut Marni down for some furry slides (Slide, bitch)\n[01:15.86] Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Haha)\n[01:18.48] Copped me Chanel, bitch, thirty times\n[01:20.75] The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)\n[01:23.48] Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)\n[01:25.82] And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n[01:28.55] I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n[01:31.96] Period\n[01:32.31] Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n[01:34.95] Bitch, I am a motherfuckin' job\n[01:36.55] Niggas always in my motherfuckin' business\n[01:39.53] Worryin' about the fuck I got goin' on, ho\n[01:42.48] Hahaha, it's City Girl shit\n[01:46.44] Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n[01:49.69] I'm a City Girl bitch\n[01:51.22] Second verse to you hatin' ass niggas (Ha)\n[01:53.94] You get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)\n[01:56.48] I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (Yup)\n[01:59.05] Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (Ho)\n[02:01.63] Runaway, now I'm steppin' in some runway (Bitch)\n[02:04.33] You can't fuck with me on your birthday (Hell nah)\n[02:06.68] Free my real bitch, Corrlink and JPay (Free my bitch)\n[02:09.16] You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n[02:11.65] I'm lowkey, bitch, fuck with my anxiety\n[02:14.17] I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry (Ah, ah)\n[02:16.62] I'm the hype now, y'all ain't gotta hype me (Ah, ah)\n[02:19.21] I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me (Huh)\n[02:21.61] It's grind time, no flossin' (Let's get it)\n[02:24.24] Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n[02:26.76] These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired of that bitch)\n[02:29.22] Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n[02:32.02] Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:33.83] Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Baow, baow, baow)\n[02:37.01] Yeah, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:39.27] Pretty ass lips make these hoes cop syringes\n[02:41.82] Mwah, no bars\n[02:56.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls\n album: Sideways\n duration_ms: 177000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy\n start_ms: 7830\n end_ms: 9310\n- text: (Shut up, 9)\n start_ms: 9310\n end_ms: 11770\n- text: What you workin' with? 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(What?)\n[00:32.83] I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n[00:35.33] I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a scrappy-doo\n[00:37.85] Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n[00:40.35] Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n[00:42.82] I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n[00:45.56] Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n[00:47.68] Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n[00:50.86] I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n[00:53.50] Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n[00:55.98] Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n[00:58.55] Sit this pussy on his chin, in a chinchilla\n[01:00.78] Fifty floors up\n[01:01.65] Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n[01:04.12] Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n[01:06.92] Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n[01:09.78] Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ayy)\n[01:13.57] Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n[01:16.04] Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n[01:18.47] Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n[01:20.95] The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n[01:23.45] Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n[01:25.61] And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n[01:28.57] I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n[01:32.31] Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n[01:35.08] I am a motherfuckin' job\n[01:37.34] Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n[01:39.68] Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on ho\n[01:43.82] It's City Girl shit (ho)\n[01:46.45] Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n[01:49.52] (I'm a City Girl, bitch)\n[01:51.11] Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n[01:54.07] Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n[01:56.56] I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yep)\n[01:59.35] Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n[02:01.71] Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n[02:04.27] Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n[02:06.72] Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n[02:09.30] You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n[02:11.74] I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n[02:13.92] I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n[02:16.48] I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n[02:19.29] I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n[02:21.80] It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n[02:24.22] Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n[02:26.72] These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n[02:29.22] Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n[02:31.90] Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n[02:33.89] Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (bop, bop, bow)\n[02:36.97] Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n[02:39.06] Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n[02:42.85] No bars\n[02:43.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Bars\n artist: City Girls & JT\n album: RAW\n duration_ms: 177000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)\n start_ms: 7600\n end_ms: 9050\n- text: (What up Noc)\n start_ms: 9050\n end_ms: 11500\n- text: What you workin' with?\n start_ms: 11500\n end_ms: 13480\n- text: Yeah, what you workin' with?\n start_ms: 13480\n end_ms: 16260\n- text: Uh, what you workin' with?\n start_ms: 16260\n end_ms: 18470\n- text: Show a real bitch what you workin' with\n start_ms: 18470\n end_ms: 20280\n- text: Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up\n start_ms: 20280\n end_ms: 22940\n- text: Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck)\n start_ms: 22940\n end_ms: 25110\n- text: Cold ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr)\n start_ms: 25110\n end_ms: 27740\n- text: He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine\n start_ms: 27740\n end_ms: 30200\n- text: Bitches always in my business, JT, what you really do? 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(What?)\n I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)\n I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a scrappy-doo\n Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you\n\n Poster girl pussy, in yo' nigga dreams\n I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)\n Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín\n Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)\n\n I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga (huh)\n Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, nigga (yeah)\n Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender (ow)\n Sit this pussy on his chin, in a chinchilla\n\n Fifty floors up\n Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (ayy)\n Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (skrrt)\n Self-esteem drop every time I show up\n\n Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ayy)\n Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)\n Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)\n Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times\n\n The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)\n Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)\n And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing\n I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (period)\n\n Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs\n I am a motherfuckin' job\n Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business\n Worried about what the fuck I got goin' on ho\n It's City Girl shit (ho)\n Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit\n (I'm a City Girl, bitch)\n\n Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes (tired ass)\n Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)\n I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yep)\n Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (huh)\n\n Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway\n Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (never)\n Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my bitches)\n You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say\n\n I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety\n I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry\n I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me\n I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me\n\n It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)\n Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in\n These bitches tired, they exhausted (tired ass hoes)\n Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin\n\n Bitch, I'm really from the trenches\n Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (bop, bop, bow)\n Yeah, I'm really from them trenches\n Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah\n No bars\n"},{"id":18593259,"name":"No Bars (Feat. 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