City Girls

What We Doin'

Lyrics

(The 90's)

Yup, haha

Lyrics continue below...

House super clean (Clean), fridge on full (Full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night, where we goin'?
What we doin'?
Party all night, where we goin'? What we doin'?
House super clean (Clean), fridge on full (Full)
Baby with the grandmom, bitch I'm good
We could party all night, where we goin'?
What we doin'?
Party all night, where we goin'? What we doin'?

Girl, it's Friday night
We ain't kicked it in a while on a Friday night
It's time to step out on this Friday night
You actin' like an old lady
Girl, you probably right
Let me look up in the closet, see what I could wear
Check bank account, lemme see what I could spare
Baby daddy might trip, but I don't even care
You don't ever go out, he been out all year
Girl, you gon' get a bitch beat up
Child, please, what time we gon' meet up?
His soft ass ain't gon' do shit
But talk like he always do, bitch
You ain't nothin' but trouble, sho' is
You my dawg, and I love you
Hold on, let me try to hit his mama
To see if babysittin' ain't a problem (Period)

Damn, thank God I ain't his baby mama (Uh-uh)
A bitch like to party, made that nigga wear a condom
My best bitch 'bout to piss her baby daddy off (Yup)
In the club, bow-legged with the stank walk (Ow)
Ayy, where we goin'? What we doin'? (Where it's at?)
No postin', niggas watchin' how we movin'
You know we turnt up to a City Girls song
(Where the bag at?)
Fuck that nigga, phone on airplane mode
You been grindin' (Yup)
You been workin' hard, bitch, it's perfect timing (Yup)
Show your ass at least one time, bitch (Yup)
If your baby daddy call, decline it, period