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City Girls letra


She licks her lips, been digging that bitter taste
Shirt wrapped around her waist
Curly hair, bandana
Fist up high, ready to celebrate
Tattoo on her face
That new Americana
Her messed up beauty really wrecked my brain
All these drugs look good on you on the night train
She licks her lips, been digging that bitter taste
Shirt wrapped around her waist
Puffin' marijuana

This is for the city girls, ass supersize
City girls, kaleidoscope eyes
Taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out
You say that every wrinkle on your face means that you laughed
Too numb to worry 'bout the sleepless nights you had
Taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out

Won't kill her vibe by talking about her past
Make that feeling last
Urban Cleopatra
Moving slow, chopping up milligrams
Dollarbills in a band
Nothing lasts forever
She lost her way guided by the white lines
Dirt on her knees, jeans and seamless Calvin Klein
Light it up, on any day we could die
Vapors in the sky, only make it better

This is for the city girls, ass supersize
City girls, kaleidoscope eyes
Taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out
You say that every wrinkle on your face means that you laughed
Too numb to worry 'bout the sleepless nights you had
Taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out

This is for the city girls, ass supersize
City girls, kaleidoscope eyes
Now taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out
Going all out, going all out, going all out (schh)

This is for the city girls, ass supersize
City girls, kaleidoscope eyes
Taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out
You say that every wrinkle on your face means that you laughed
Too numb to worry 'bout the sleepless nights you had
Taste it, wasted, oh, you're ten feet high now, going all out

Golda - Letras

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