Trap Star - City Girls

Baby, why you starin' 'cause you know you wanna hoe

Real girls get down on the floor (yea)

Baby, why you starin' 'cause you know you wanna hoe

I’m lookin' for a trap star (trap star)

To pull up in that foreign

That’s a NASCAR (skert skert)

To these little bitches I’m a rap star (rap star)

I-I-I fuck him 'til he broke

Then take the cast off (cast off) and then I dash off, that’s law

Ask yo nigga do he love Resha

Where the d-boys at let a real bitch trap with 'cha (where they at)

I know them hoes be hatin', but I don’t fuck with’em

His money lookin' funny, on to another nigga (period)

Different foreigns outside all push-start

Get what I want out these niggas and then I cut’em off (bye)

‘Cus you know it ain’t shit free

And plus a bitch got options all these niggas wanna fuck me

Breakin' bread I’m on that dick just like a NASCAR (ow)

Let him touch it in the Wraith so I can see the stars

Bitch, we cut different not the same cloth (at all)

Let him eat when he hungry he got a lockjaw (period)

Real girls get down on the floor (yea)

Baby, why you starin' 'cause you know you wanna hoe

Real girls get down on the floor (yea)

Baby, why you starin' 'cause you know you wanna hoe

I’m lookin' for a trap star (trap star)

To pull up in that foreign

That’s a NASCAR (skert skert)

To these little bitches I’m a rap star (rap star)

I-I-I fuck him 'til he broke

Then take the cast off (cast off) and then I dash off, that’s law