Turn My Baby Daddy to My Sugar Daddy Lyrics – City Girls

Presenting you Turn My Baby Daddy to My Sugar Daddy Lyrics by City Girls. The song name is That’s My B^tch.

Turn My Baby Daddy to My Sugar Daddy Lyrics

That’s my b__ch there
Fat a_s, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain’t got those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b__ch gon’ pay my bill

Want me to grip your d^ck with two hands (Ayy)
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy (Oww)
He gon’ blow a bag just to make me happy (Facts)
He just put me in the Lamb’, I’ma speed fast (Skrrt)
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat a_s
Booty stickin’ out and I ain’t get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your n___a givin’ you somethin’, stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug baby, quick to pull his gun out (Gun out)
Uh, p^ssy pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich a_s n___a, f__k your cheap a_s

That’s my b__ch there
Fat a_s, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain’t got those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b__ch gon’ pay my bill

Pull up, sprinter, bad b__chs
And we ain’t ever gotta pay ’cause we bad b__chs
In the section with the n___as who got mad riches
Makin’ it rain with their money, takin’ mad pictures
Pretty b__ch, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
P^ssy juice drippin’ on a n___a durag
Best b__ch need one, I need two bags (Double)
That’s my b__ch there
One fight, all fight
We don’t play fair, period

That’s my b__ch there
Fat a_s, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain’t got those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, [gunshells]
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b__ch gon’ pay my bill

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