City Girls — Not Ya Main

City Girls — Not Ya Main — lyrics

[Intro: J.T.]
Young Zoe Beats
Look, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: J.T.]
I’m that bitch, but I am not your bitch
Don’t get in your feelings when I call shit quits
Go and run to the internet and talk your shit
You will never find another bitch like this

[Chorus: J.T. & Yung Miami]
Boy, I’m not a lame (period!)
I’m not a game (period!)
I’m not your main thing (period!)
I don’t wanna be your main thing (fuck these niggas)
Boy, I’m not a lame (period!)
I’m not a game (period!)
I’m not your main thing (period!)
I don’t wanna be your main thing (fuck these niggas)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Bags, I got several of ’em (Bags)
Pussy nigga, level up (level up)
Chanel, Louis, Saint Laurent
Honestly, I do Gucci when I’m bored (bored)
Bitch ass nigga, be Indian giving (bye)
Begging for this pussy, when he know this shit is expensive (haa)
Summertime ballin’ on his dick in December (ballin’)
And had the nerve to ask what he getting for Christmas
Nigga, please, empty ring finger tease
Call up P, I needed a suite on the beach (P)
City Girls, about to hang out (hang out)
I’m that bitch you can’t doubt (period)

[Chorus: J.T. & Yung Miami]
Boy, I’m not a lame (period!)
I’m not a game (period!)
I’m not your main thing (period!)
I don’t wanna be your main thing (fuck these niggas)
Boy, I’m not a lame (period!)
I’m not a game (period!)
I’m not your main thing (period!)
I don’t wanna be your main thing (fuck these niggas)

[Verse 2: J.T.]
I ain’t the bitch you gon’ sit and treat lame (nah)
Telling me lies, thinking you running your game (get the fuck out of here)
Go and get that bitch, that hoe can be your main (bye)
And I been that bitch, so you can keep your fame (period)
You not a mistake, nigga, you just was practice
Can’t believe I let you fuck, but nigga shit happens
Telling all your homies, you don’t fuck with me no more (lyin’ ass)
Talking all that big shit, but your dick won’t grow (lil’ dick)
Used to be that nigga, you doing bad now
I don’t see your ass no more, nigga, you mad now (boy, move)
Chanel, Valentino, straight cash now (facts)
Put a nigga in his place if he act out

[Pre-Chorus: J.T.]
I’m that bitch, but I am not your bitch
Don’t get in your feelings when I call shit quits
Go and run to the internet and talk your shit
You will never find another bitch like this

[Chorus: J.T. & Yung Miami]
Boy, I’m not a lame (period!)
I’m not a game (period!)
I’m not your main thing (period!)
I don’t wanna be your main thing (fuck these niggas)
Boy, I’m not a lame (period!)
I’m not a game (period!)
I’m not your main thing (period!)
I don’t wanna be your main thing (fuck these niggas)