City Girls - Flewed Out (ft. Lil Baby) - Lyrics

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Listen, mp3 download, read the lyrics, buy "Flewed Out" by City Girls featuring Lil Baby.

The song was produced by Cheeze Beatz & CuBeatz.

The beat is now viral after what Lil Keed did with it on "Snake" but that doesn't mean he won't allow other artists to give it a whirl.

Case in point, the City Girls and Lil Baby just went in on "Flewed Out." After the track blew up on social media, the City Girls decided to try out what they could do over the "Snake" instrumental, doing the beat justice.

Their Quality Control teammate Lil Baby starts off the cut, going in for half of the song before Yung Miami rides the beat in the second verse.

JT closes it out and does her thang as usual.

It's really no surprise that Lil Baby would hop on this.

This is exactly the kind of track he would get on with Gunna in 2018.

You could even say this is vintage Baby.

The song is from the Miami duo's brand new album City On Lock, which released on Juneteenth after it was unfortunately leaked.

City Girls - Flewed Out (ft.

Lil Baby) (prod.

Cheeze Beatz & CuBeatz) Lyrics.

[Intro] Cheeze [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Married to the streets, I can't do forest Know some rich niggas that'd never make theu2005Forbesu2005list Still, I'll bustu2005a move in some Jordans (Jordans) Makeu2005'em take their phone, I know she tryna record me Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit Press a button on the whip and make it start up Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor I believe in God, not in karma (Karma) Ain't fuckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma (Comma) Seven figure nigga, two commas (Commas) I been poppin' back that money so niggas even can't relate I been runnin' up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate I can deal when niggas talkin', as long they in they place I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away Then I take a picture with a R in the seat I ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave Give a couple thousand every time that we creep We ain't makin' nothin' competition, we just leasin' Only hittin' baddies, can't be fuckin' 'round with decent Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend [Chorus: Lil Baby] I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin' Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend [Verse 2: Yung Miami] Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period) Pussy make him pack it up and move out (Yup) Hair worth the last name and new house Fuckin' on a private my mood now (Haha) Let him eat this pussy on the G5 I'ma bust this ass like I'm strippin' in the G5 Plenty niggas tryna hit, had to hit 'em with the deny Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply (Haha) Patek the wrist, I'm such a boss bitch (Boss bitch) My two Birkins like they don't cost shit (Cost shit) Suckin' him dead, he in the coffin Pussy tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha) [Chorus: Lil Baby & JT] I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin' Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend) We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' (Yeah) Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what's up?) [Verse 3: JT] JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (Yeah) I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out (Ah) Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say "Ooh, ahh" City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah) How they tricks, sis, we ain’t savin' these hoes (Uh-huh) Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (Yeah) Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What's up?) Post up the food but don’t post the nigga (Nah) Post up the bag but don’t post the spender (No) Kiss and you tell? I’ma suspend you (Bye) Free game but this pussy expensive (Period) [Chorus: Lil Baby] I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin' Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up.

then we leavin' Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend [Outro: Lil Baby] Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Cheeze Beatz


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