INTRO lyrics - GloRilla
GloRilla
On the gang
Ridin', bumpin' gangsta music
Back when I had the Buick
Back when I worked at Checkers
Prayin' I make it through it
Still be wit' my same bitches
Fast forward, we lane switchin'
Me and Gotti solid, the same vision, the same mission
Roll up by the pound now, poppin' out in yo' town now
Be humble when you up 'cause that cocky shit take you down there
Go hard and put my bitches on, that's all I'm on, that's all I want
But some shit I just don't condone
That sucka shit ain't in my bones
Money, I speak it fluent, hunnids on me the bluuest
Diamonds on me the clearest
Don't play with me, I'm T.I. serious
Damn, Glo, you global now
Damn, ho, you notice now?
Police pulled me over, caught me slippin' but I'm sober now
Shit feel like a dream, I'm overseas with the team, huh
Finishin' my album, I'm sippin' Bahama breeze
It's just me, myself, and I
Hold my head up to the sky
Yeah, I make mistakes, but don't nothin' beat a failure but a try
On the gang, gang, gang
Y'all made me feel real crazy
And I want y'all to know that
So I came back with a, with a vengeance, you feel me?
But chu know, I love criticism
You know what I'm sayin, learn from your mistakes and you do better
I'm really here to tell y'all I'm on det, I'm back on det
I'm never getting off of det, you feel me?
It's always gonna be what it is
At the end of the muthafucking day, the day gonna muthafucking end
On the gang
HOLLON lyrics - GloRilla
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a fuck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that)
Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)
Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure)
Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No)
I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy)
I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God)
You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy)
Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (Vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang)
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop)
Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)
These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang)
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
PROCEDURE lyrics - GloRilla & Latto
GloRilla
On the gang
Ridin', bumpin' gangsta music
Back when I had the Buick
Back when I worked at Checkers
Prayin' I make it through it
Still be wit' my same bitches
Fast forward, we lane switchin'
Me and Gotti solid, the same vision, the same mission
Roll up by the pound now, poppin' out in yo' town now
Be humble when you up 'cause that cocky shit take you down there
Go hard and put my bitches on, that's all I'm on, that's all I want
But some shit I just don't condone
That sucka shit ain't in my bones
Money, I speak it fluent, hunnids on me the bluuest
Diamonds on me the clearest
Don't play with me, I'm T.I. serious
Damn, Glo, you global now
Damn, ho, you notice now?
Police pulled me over, caught me slippin' but I'm sober now
Shit feel like a dream, I'm overseas with the team, huh
Finishin' my album, I'm sippin' Bahama breeze
It's just me, myself, and I
Hold my head up to the sky
Yeah, I make mistakes, but don't nothin' beat a failure but a try
On the gang, gang, gang
Y'all made me feel real crazy
And I want y'all to know that
So I came back with a, with a vengeance, you feel me?
But chu know, I love criticism
You know what I'm sayin, learn from your mistakes and you do better
I'm really here to tell y'all I'm on det, I'm back on det
I'm never getting off of det, you feel me?
It's always gonna be what it is
At the end of the muthafucking day, the day gonna muthafucking end
On the gang
TGIF lyrics - GloRilla
GloRilla
On gang, gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Chaii's hard)
Ayy
It's 7 p.m. Friday (Yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (Woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (Let's go)
I'm about to show my ass (Pow)
These niggas love a freak (Huh)
How the fuck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me (The fuck? Ayy)
Turnt up with my niggas (Ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (Ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blicky (Ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (Huh)
Got a million and one haters, and they all can kiss my ass (Muah)
Turnt up with my niggas (Ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (Ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo right here with me (Ayy, Uh)
Off a fifth of Hen', yeah, fucked up with my twin
Got a Backwood full of 'za and a bankroll full of bands
Out that-, out that Twitter typin', bitches see me, and they do nothin' (Weak ass)
Crop top with some bikers shoes, I'm showin' off my moose knuckle (Woo)
I'm feelin' good today (Yeah)
I'm outside with your bae (Uh-huh)
Got a brown skin nigga with dreads (Okay)
And a black ass nigga with waves (Let's go, ayy)
He gon' drop that neck (Ayy)
He love the way I sex (Ayy)
Fake nails, bitches is pressed (Ayy)
So how I'm down to rant? (Ayy)
I keep that pussy fresh (Ayy)
Is his shirt on wet? (Ayy)
Who want smoke? Say what? (Ayy)
Ho, get that off your chest (The fuck?)
Turnt up with my niggas (Ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (Ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blicky (Ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (Huh)
Got a million and one haters, and they all can kiss my ass (Mwah)
It's 7 p.m. Friday (Yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (Woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (Let's go)
I'm about to show my ass (Baow)
These niggas love a freak (Huh)
How the fuck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me? (Eww)
Friday night, hot as hell, and you know the hoes out
Mani-pedi, fresh set, and I got my toes out (Pff)
I'm rockin' Off-White (Hey), on a off night (Uh-huh)
These bitches with me pretty (Yeah), and they all can fight, yeah (Ayy)
Fuck you mean, forty inches, six thirteen (Hey)
I'm lookin' fine as hell (Woah), I'm tryna be seen (Duh)
I'm finna wreck the scene (Huh), I'm off the 17 (Hey)
Turnt up with my nigga'nem, watch me do my- (Ah, ah)
Turnt up with my niggas (Ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (Ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blick (Ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (Huh)
Got a million and one haters, and they all can kiss my ass (Muah)
It's 7 p.m. Friday (Yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (Woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (Let's go)
I'm about to show my ass (Pow)
These niggas love a freak (Eww)
How the fuck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me?
Eww, eww, eww, eww
Eww, eww
WHATCHU KNO ABOUT ME lyrics - GloRilla & Sexyy Red
GloRilla
It's GLO, da muthafuckin' P
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) On gang, gang
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) On gang, gang
Bitch, I'm from Memphis, whatchu know about me?
Big G-L-O in that GLE (Ugh, ugh)
50 thousand, new Chanel shopping spree
And every time I pop out, you know I A-T-E (Aye, aye)
I'm that bitch, ho, get like me
You know it's YWR, big CMG (Wipe me down)
Small niggas, tall niggas, long paper, no small figures
Fifty bitches, all pretty, and we all litty
I'm wearin' booty shorts (Bow)
'Cause my paper long (On God)
It's a Friday night (What's up?)
My nigga ain't at home (Let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (Uh-huh)
'Cause I'on drink alone (Hell nah)
I'm outside again (Let's get it)
'Cause, bitch, I hate at home (Da fuck?)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
On God
S-E-X-Y-Y-R-E-D
You play with me, I put a pole in your teeth (Grrr, bow)
I-I-I'm with my peoples, and we comin' fifty deep
Ye ain't know I was a hitta 'cause I'm always lookin' fleek (Ah, ah)
C-C-Cash out new ball, AMG
Outside bubble gum with some bloody red seat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Vroom
I-I like rachet bitches twerkin' to the beat (Yeah)
If you hear this song playin', shake that ass for Glo and me (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'm wearin' booty shorts (Bow)
'Cause my paper long (On God)
It's a Friday night (What's up?)
My nigga ain't at home (Let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (Uh-huh)
'Cause I'on drink alone (Hell nah)
I'm outside again (Let's get it)
'Cause, bitch, I hate at home (Da fuck?)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Coochie drive 'em crazy, CDC
He a dog for the pussy, and you know I got the treat
Private entry through the club, fuck a fee
A bitch play with gang tonight, her face going on a tee (Buh, buh)
Bad bitch, you know I'm thick as Coachella
You won't never catch me slippin', I ain't no fuckin' Cinderella, stupid bitch
Glo da P, and the P stand for poppin'
Neck on faucet, do my dance on them bitches since they watchin'
I'm wearin' booty shorts (Bow)
'Cause my paper long (On God)
It's a Friday night (What's up?)
My nigga ain't at home (Let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (Uh-huh)
'Cause I'on drink alone (Hell nah)
I'm outside again (Let's get it)
'Cause, bitch, I hate at home (Da fuck?)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (Woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
STOP PLAYING lyrics - GloRilla
Uh, lit-ass bitch, she poppin' (Yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (Aye)
Rockin' all black, she gothic (Mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (Let's go)
They pickin', she the top pick (Uh)
She trendin', she the topic
She pressure, exotic
They want it, she got it
She glowin', they mad
She showin' her ass (What?)
No comp', they scared
No smoke, they passed (Why?)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (Nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em
They slept, she woke 'em (Get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (Let's go)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Worst of the worst, I done been through it
A hunnid racks and I peel through it
Shout out to God 'cause He will do it
It's love in my hood when I spin through it
I don't like openin' up about my pain, so I let the pen do it
Buy another pair of Balenciaga's, that's just how a bitch heel through it
They left me when they thought that I lost it
Booked and busy, I'm gettin' offers
Handle business, bitch, I'ma office
They tired of me, wanna see 'em exhausted
Every time that I'm on the stage or doin' an interview for the radio
I do it for the girls thought they couldn't do it, I'm doin' this for all the baby Glo's
Bitches hate on me but they buggin'
They mad I was what they wasn't
Ninja turtle, I'm from them guttas
Real bitches relate, we cousins
If you mad at me, get over it
'Cause you damn sure can't get around me
I'm in Malibu, I'm on South Beach
I used to be on the couch sleep
Fuck whatchu heard about me
I'm a bad bitch with a mouth piece
In the grocery store with my drip on
Tell 'em, "Clean up on aisle 3"
My new hood like Maldives
I'm around water, around trees
I'm a big stepper, these clown feet
Look down on the hoes that doubted me, on gang
She glowin', they mad
She showin' her ass (What?)
No comp', they scared
No smoke, they passed (Why?)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (Nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em
They slept, she woke 'em (Get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (Let's go)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
My ex, he cheated
Didn't cry, I cheated
His opp, let him eat it
Big Glo undefeated
I'm ratchet, conceited
This water, I'm Fiji
I'm starvin', come feed me
Come spoil me, hit Neiman's
My feelings, I buried it
This hate, I inherited
My word of advice
Stop fightin' over dick when you sharin' it (Dummy)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (Stop playin' with that girl)
Now stop playin' with yo' self (Stop playin' with yo' self)
Two people can't play that game (The fuck?)
And nigga, that's why I left, on gang (Uh)
Lit-ass bitch, she poppin' (Yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (Aye)
Rockin' all black, she gothic (Mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (Let's go)
She glowin', they mad
She showin' her ass (What?)
She in her bag
They hatin', too bad
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (Nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em
They slept, she woke 'em (Get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (Let's go)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin' with that girl (With that girl)
DON'T DESERVE lyrics - GloRilla & Muni Long
[Muni Long:]
Yee-hee (Hawky)
Yee-hee, yee-hee
Muni
Mmm, ah (Drum Drummie made this beat and I'm gon' kill it)
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a fuck nigga will do
He ain't a real man
That nigga don't deserve my friend
[GloRilla:]
We all been stupid for these niggas once upon a time (Real talk)
Them red flags be lookin' green, we get colorblind (For real)
But it's certain shit that you don't do, and you can't cross them lines (Real shit)
It ain't my business, but I'm tired of you keep callin' cryin' (On God)
See, I'm your friend and, bitch, I love you, I'ma keep it real (Every time)
You gotta know your worth 'cause these niggas be cheap as hell (Cheap as fuck)
And you'll get took up out the game if you don't keep it player (Real talk)
You give this nigga all your love and got none for yourself
He had a baby on you, girl, he got you fucked up (On my mama)
How he get you anyway? That nigga lucked up (Swear to God)
You keep on puttin' up with all this shit you need to flush (Nah, for real)
You love this nigga dirty drawls, but, bitch, I hate his guts
[Muni Long:]
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a fuck nigga will do
He ain't a real man
That nigga don't deserve my friend
[GloRilla:]
Friend, you don't deserve that shit, wreckin' nerves on a bitch
I ain't heard from you since you fucked that fuck nigga (The fuck?)
Got me worried and shit, I can't stand to see you stressed
'Cause you know I'm with the shits, somebody fuck with you (You know that)
You the full package, he can't handle you (Not at all)
And he ain't got no fuckin' business puttin' his hands on you (Point blank, period)
What else he got to offer to you other than some dick? (Shit)
You might as well go gay or somethin' 'cause he act like a bitch (Uh-uh)
You used to be hard on these niggas, why you actin' soft? (Bitch, what happened?)
You keep on lettin' him do you like that, you gon' piss me off (Real talk)
It's time to find yourself again, this nigga got you lost (You got it)
You can do it, friend, I know you can, my fingers crossed
[Muni Long:]
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a fuck nigga will do
He ain't a real man
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Friend, you deserve better, I could see it in your eyes (Uh-huh)
Tryna help you cut the ties, but he got you so dick-matized (Yeah, yeah)
I realize it ain't none of my business (No), as my witness
If he hurts you, I'm gon' make it mine (Mine)
And I don't blame you (Don't blame you)
For what you're goin' through (Goin' through)
I really hope you see (Hope you see)
You find the strength to leave
You don't deserve my friend
Mmm, don't deserve my friend
Oh
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average (Uh-huh)
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a fuck nigga will do
He ain't a real man (He ain't a real man)
That nigga don't deserve my friend
My friend
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Mmm-hmm
Yee-hee
RAIN DOWN ON ME lyrics - GloRilla, Kirk Franklin, Maverick City Music, Kierra Sheard & Chandler Moore
(Ohhhh)
Listen (brothers & sisters)
Listen I need to know (GLORILLA)
Is there anyone out there that knows you can never pay God back
And how good he has been to you (lord let your blessing)
In spite of you, that my brothers and sisters, cast a blessing
Ha ha ha ha
Halleluiah
Please keep me safe from all my enemies (yessa)
Blessings rain on me
Gloria
Halleluiah
Blessings
Rain down on me
Feeling like I'm God's favorite
And that's the best feeling ever
Rain down on me father God
I won't use an umbrella
Forgive the ones who play with me
Apparently they don't know no better
At times I don't know who to trust
I randomly rebuke devil
It's hard to talk about my blessings
They be saying I'm acting cocky
Always and forever humble
They just don't wanna see me pop it
5 feet and I'm praising you with every inch up in my body
So, I pray you watch my back along with those who say they got it
Watch over my family lord and watch over all my patnas
And even though he hate me lord watch over my baby father
Watch over my haters they the ones that make me go the hardest
I just want us all to win, I just want us all to prosper
Thank you lord
You ain't have to do it but you did
That's why I thank you lord
It could have been worse then what it was
So I'm grateful lord
I know I'ma tough one but you patient lord
So I thank you lord (yessa)
In Jesus name
Lord let the blessings
Lord I'm here for every one of your blessings
Yes sir
Rain down on me
Oh I wish I could get a witness in here
Ooowee
Yeaaa
Please keep me safe from all my enemies
They don't wanna see (they don't wanna see)
Blessings rain on me
Don't give up on me
Oohh
Let the blessings rain (come on)
Rain down on me
I know I'm a sinner lord and I know I might sin again
So thank you for not giving up and still giving me the strength to win
Protect me from the evil that I can't see with my eyes
And if it's any blessing blockers round me help me cut them ties
In Jesus name
I'ma count it all what he has for me is mine
They can't take it away, I won't apologize
They can take all the shots, but they can't deny
What he's doing in your life, it's just perfect time
Ya mama ain't call you GLO for no reason
Go on and Glo it up girl it's ya season
No matter where you go you can still grow
No matter where you go you can still GLOW
Heyyyyyy
Oooo
Can you say it again now (blessings)
Rain down on me
Ohhhh
So many blessings
Don't stop what you doin
Don't stop what you doin
And the choir sings
We need your blessings, show me your blessings
We need, we need your blessings
Shower down
Shower them blessings
On our family
We need your blessings
On my children
Show me the blessings
Blessings rain on me
Rain down, rain down
Rain down
Ohhhh lord
Talk to em Chand
Please keep me safe from all my enemies
They don't wanna see, ohh (blessings rain on me)
You gonna pour your blessings out on me
Ohhhh
Rain down on me
You don't have to be perfect no, you can come with your mistakes
(Rain down on me)
You can come with your failures
That don't disqualify you from getting a blessing
(Rain down on me) (ona gang)
Halleluiah
Yeaa
Said it feels so good
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
GLO'S PRAYER lyrics - GloRilla
Dear God, it's me again
I wanna come on and say, first of all, thank You for all your blessings
And Your love and Your favor You've shown upon me
But Father, speakin' of favors, I need another favor from You
And I know I've come to You many times about this
And I don't even like holdin' up the prayer line about things like this
But I need Your help and Your guidance on how to leave this man alone
Oh, Lord
I'm tired of comin' to you for the same thing (Nah, forreal)
I'm tired of all these niggas playin' the same game (I'm so tired)
Is it me, Lord? What do I need to change, man? (What's the problem?)
Or is it my taste in men that I need to blame? (Let me know)
Now I'm in my car speedin' down the E Way cryin'
Prayin' to the Lord to get this nigga off my mind (God, please)
I shoulda learned my lesson from the first time
Man, I wish I woulda listened to my first mind (On the gang)
I'm so in love, but deep inside I wanna get over dude (I swear)
'Cause good and bad go 50/50, what I'm 'pose to do?
I get to thinkin' if it was me, what would that nigga do?
That shit he did wasn't no mistake, that's what he chose to do
It hurt to stick around but, lettin' go seem even harder
Try not to overthink it got me thinkin' even harder
Got me feelin' like a dummy when I know I'm smarter (I know dat)
The only man that showed me love correctly was my father (Facts)
Constantly in this situation over and over again
Promise if You get me out this time, I never do it again (I promise, God)
Love is a beautiful thing if it's done right
But it should never make you feel like that you bein' dumb, right? (Oh, Lord)
This a moment to be serious, I ain't even playin' (Nah)
Hit my knees and ask the Lord to help me leave this man (God, please)
I'm too damaged, love you so much might embarrass you
So now I'm fallin' out of love, feel like I need a parachute (Aye)
God is great, yeah, God is good
Lord, I thank You for this man, but can You come back and get him?
'Cause this ain't even part of the plan
Do whatever in my will to leave him alone, but I can't
Try to stay cool but the smallest shit he do'll make me blank
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm talkin' far away (Far away)
But I'll be back, I'm prayin' to God, so He can make a way (God, please)
I get that route, I'm doin' a dash, it's deeper than a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause love scary, I'll pass and I ain't tryna stay
Might throw in the white flag, might just hit my knees
Father God, pull me up, I'm in too deep, this man, he got me gone
'Cause this somethin' I ain't never had (Neva)
I'm too damaged to be in love
It ain't nothin' to fall in love, but I can't afford another heart break (I really can't)
He make me mad, but it's somethin' 'bout how he manipulate
Ask myself if this what I want and I'on have nothin' to say (Nun)
Can't stand on business, I keep fallin' like Alicia Keys
I want this man so bad, but I know he ain't what I need (On the gang)
Oh, Lord
I'm tired of comin' to you for the same thing
I'm tired of all these niggas playin' the same game
Is it me, Lord? What do I need to change, man?
Or is it my taste in men that I need to blame? (Oh, Lord)
Now I'm in my car speedin' down the E Way cryin'
Prayin' to the Lord to get this nigga off my mind
I shoulda learned my lesson from the first time
Man, I wish I woulda listened to my first mind (Oh, Lord)
HOW I LOOK lyrics - GloRilla & Megan Thee Stallion
GloRilla
How the fuck I look, bitch?
Go Grizz
Real hot girl shit
On the gang, gang
Yeah, yeah
40-inch, jet black, bust down (Okay)
Every fuckin' watch I get, I bust down (Okay)
Heard a bitch don't like me
Ho, I'm in your town (Wassup ho?)
Drop the load, I'm pulling up, it's goin' down (I'm goin' down)
Just rode by the cemetery, it's plenty room for hoes
Fuck the money missionary
Got plenty room for more
Man, all these bitches' scary (On God)
I know a few of those
Fuck I look like beefin' wit' some bitches that be sharin' clothes
How I look, fuckin' on a nigga that got less than me?
How I look, callin' bitches out that can't get next to me?
How I look, checkin' for a nigga that don't check for me?
How I look, not bettin' on myself, dough recipe?
How I look beefin' wit' a bitch without no motion?
That ho only want some smoke 'cause I'm the hottest shit that's smokin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, this ain't the US Open
If you meet me, better pack it up 'cause, bitch, you know it's over
How I look, beefin' wit' a bitch about a nigga?
How I look, arguin' wit' a goofy bitch on Twitter?
How I look, confessin' to these niggas 'bout my bodies?
When he a ho too, and he still gon' give me sloppy
How I look, turnin' up and leavin' all my bitches out?
How I look, goin' up and laughin' when them haters doubt?
How I look, pullin' up in shit I know they can't pronounce
How I look, laughin' to the bank wit' my titties out?
How I look?
Ask ya man
How I look?
Ask a fan
How I look?
Ask a hater
How I look?
Ask the 'Gram
How I look?
Ask ya friends
How I look?
Ask the cam
Fuck these hoes doggy style how I'm on these bitches' ass
Just rode by the cemetery, it's plenty room for hoes
Fuck the money missionary
Got plenty room for more
Man, all these bitches' scary (On God)
I know a few of those
Fuck I look like beefin' wit' some bitches that be sharin' clothes
I AIN'T GOING lyrics - GloRilla
Woo, GloRilla
Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his muhfuckin' hands on me, nigga better off puttin' his hands on his dick
And playin' with that and some muhfuckin' Jergens, nigga, fuck
On gang, gang
I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)
Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, nigga
I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)
Keep that nigga in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)
Grew up fightin' my brother, nigga must ain't know I was Jackie
But fuck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen (Stamp that)
Gon' pick him out a casket, put him on a caption
This Glock 23 make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tap it, it shoot rapid, make him dance like Michael Jackson
These niggas get mad and throw a bitch-fit, these niggas sassy
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the smoke you want, you better pass it
Nigga blowin' my phone down 'cause he see me out in Cali
Poppin' shit like I got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Yo' son gon' be a bastard (On God)
Cuh gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaffle
Ain't even gotta call nobody, I'll beat yo' ass like I'm yo' master (On God)
I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)
Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, nigga
I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)
Keep that nigga in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)
Big Glo, I'm the lit one, I'm finna do my big one
Nigga swing on me, gon' fuck the city up with this one (Stamp that)
Put you with your dead ass homies, since you say you miss 'em
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like Lil Pistol
Gangsta bitch, this pole I got on me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show yo' bitch ass you ain't no hitta (Ho)
Quick to hit a ho, but ain't gon' do shit to them nigga
Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on gang
I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)
Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, nigga
I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)
Keep that nigga in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bitch ass nigga gon' meet they muhfuckin' match runnin' into me, ho ass nigga
This ain't that, fuck wrong wit' you? Bitch ass nigga
Uh, uh
STEP lyrics - GloRilla & Bossman Dlow
GloRilla
Woo
Uh, uh, uh
On, on, on gang
I know a bitch that's goin' bow for bow, trap way harder than niggas (On God)
He lied like he was savin', he ain't got it, so he can't get it (Uh-uh)
Fake trickin', I ain't wit' it, you can't hit it, this ain't that (Hell naw)
I need a real lifeguard 'cause my shit tsunami wet, yeah (Woo)
Step, baby, keep it pushin' (Bye)
I want a pro, I want a veteran, I don't want no rookie (On God)
I'm half-celibate, you can't fuck, but you can eat this pussy (The fuck?)
My friend was cheatin', but I ain't see her, I wasn't even lookin' (I ain't see shit)
Put on yo' glasses, see one thing 'bout me is I'ma step (Stamp that)
And I don't ask for help, I can do bad all by myself (On gang)
That business hot, but I'ma stand on it, even if it melt (Big facts)
I'm really built for this, I play the cards I was dealt
I play these niggas to the left (Nah, for real)
That's why I'm single now (On me)
And y'all can have these niggas left, God, send me mine (God, please)
You servin' out the O, you ain't even on the police mind (Broke ass)
You need to upgrade, ain't no way you on that lil' ass grind (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Better suit up before you come for me, I'm pressure (Pressure)
Big Glo, I'm the biggest, yeah, this glo bigger than mega (Mega)
Woman of my word, can't go back on it, I could never (Never)
They tried to throw dirt on my name, but got shocked by the shovel
Woo, uh, uh, uh (Hey, damn, yo)
He know a bitch ain't never took shit from me, that's why his dick on hard (Facts)
Don't want nun soft, I need a stepper, baby, stomp the yard (I need a gangsta)
I'm rubbin' on his chest soon as he show me he got hard
Might put it in my neck, but toxic traits, I don't wanna start (Uh-uh)
He said he hungry, know what's on my menu, eat or starve
Ain't tryna force you, homie, but that's a good way to start (Mm-hmm)
You do it right, might let you park yo' car in my garage
Got that hawk tuah, make 'em ugh, but what you gon' do for it? (Huh?)
You can lie all day, you just can't tell me what you can't afford (Da fuck?)
Nigga, step, that's if you want me (What's up?)
I want a all black C8, can you do that for me?
Big Za
Huh, I'ma cash out on a C8, bae, you know if you want it, you get it
Come here, love, I'll boss you up, let's start you a business (Come here, love)
You need to leave them broke niggas alone, better get a nigga that's rich (Come on, bae)
I know them niggas on your trail, better tell 'em you my shit
I'll put you in Emilio Pucci, I'll get you Van Cleef
And I'm steppin' 'bout my bitch, playin' with her like playin' with me
I'll turn you up for real, just be loyal, baby (Just be loyal, baby)
Eat that dick up like you 'pose to, I'll spoil you, baby (Yeah)
Spent ten in Gucci, spend a dub in Louis, baby (Yeah)
Come to my penthouse, I wanna fuck in the jacuzzi, baby (Come here, baby)
You with a shark now, you ain't fuckin' with no fish (Ain't no fish, baby)
If you locked in with Big Za, get what you wish (Big Za)
Yeah, bae, I want that all-black matte motherfucker
Like I'm tryna hop on 385 and do a dash past these bitches
LET HER COOK lyrics - GloRilla
Ugh
On the gang, gang
Let her cook, uh
Let me cook
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no fuck (No)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (Fuck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (Let's go)
We turnt the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen
Ugh, uh, let her cook (Woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (Hey)
Let her cook (Okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (On God)
Let her cook (Uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (Woo)
Let me cook (Uh)
Big Glo come through, shut shit down, I'm bringin' hoes out (Uh)
Run up on that shit you want, I'm swingin' bows out (Uh)
If them hoes ain't bad as Glo, then put them hoes out (Put 'em out)
Got my ankles on your nigga shoulder, air them toes out (Let's get it)
Ass done got a little fatter, now these hoes a lil' madder (Okay)
Head done got a little better, I don't even think that matter (Uh, uh)
Bitch talkin' like she gansta, she don't really want no ana, uh (Weak ass ho)
These hoes couldn't walk a mile in these Givenchy sandals, bitch (On gang)
I ain't gon' cry in no Honda, I ain't gon' cry in no Wraith either (Ho)
I got my own cake, you ain't gonna make we wait either (Yeah)
My nigga ever cheat on me, I bet we break even (Uh)
Bitch, yo' nigga still my nigga, bet he can't leave me (Ho)
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no fuck (No)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (Fuck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (Let's go)
We turnt the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen
Ugh, uh, let her cook (Woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (Hey)
Let her cook (Okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (On God)
Let her cook (Uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (Woo)
Let me cook
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Early bird get the worm
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Give me head, I don't want your sperm
Can't teach these hoes the game, no
These bitches tender, let 'em learn
Know they hate to see me winnin'
Play that Usher, Let It Burn (Ugh)
Hold up, wait a fuckin' minute (Huh?)
Let me talk my shit (Woo)
I can't let up on these bitches (Why?)
I'm finna drop again (Aye)
Gave you hoes the recipe (I did)
Can't get this sauce again (Haa)
Gave them hoes a head start this time
Slow ass bitches lost again (On the gang, gang)
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no fuck (No)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (Fuck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (Let's go)
We turnt the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen
Ugh, uh, let her cook (Woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (Hey)
Let her cook (Okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (On God)
Let her cook (Uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (Woo)
Let me cook
I LUV HER lyrics - GloRilla & T-Pain
You ain't gotta say a word
Keep givin' me what I'm lookin' for
GloRilla
I just gotta tell everybody (Everybody)
I don't wanna keep it on the low
Goddamn, I love her (Damn, I love her)
Oh, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I just wanna take her out and prove (And prove)
What a real man supposed to do (To do)
We can lay 'round and play around
Ain't got time to hang with my crew
I love her (Damn, I love her)
Oh, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
On the gang
I love her (Ooh, I love her)
On the gang
I love her
Is it me or these hoes just average?
Is it because you like my accent?
Is it the way that I talk my shit?
Is it the way that I wear these glasses?
Met him on April the 7th (Okay)
By the 15th, bought me a Patek (Hey)
I heard it be hard on bitches (Shit)
I made him fall in love with a savage (Ugh)
It's the fact that I'm hard on niggas (On God)
But, no lie, you makin' me feel different
Got no type but he say I'm the one (Let's go)
He must got a thang for real bitches
I know I can get a little crazy (I know it)
But I love that you know how to deal wit' it
I need you to bear with me, baby (For real)
I ain't really used to no real nigga
You on me and I'm on you too
I promise I'm not 'bout to let up for nothin'
I know I be naggin' sometimes
Shit, put dick in my mouth, make me shut up or somethin'
I promise to keep it tight (Tight)
Every time gonna feel like a virgin
You keepin' me happy, you gettin' me thick
Got 'em askin' me who my surgeon
You ain't gotta say a word
Keep givin' me what I'm lookin' for
I just gotta tell everybody (Everybody)
I don't wanna keep it on the low
Goddamn, I love her (Damn, I love her)
Oh, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I just wanna take her out and prove (And prove)
What a real man supposed to do (To do)
We can lay 'round and play around
Ain't got time to hang with my crew
I love her (Damn, I love her)
Oh, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I love you too, bae
I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I love her
Cook and clean and suck and fuck (Uh-huh)
Lil' bitch, I'm real grown (Yeah)
I cannot relate to hoes (Why not?)
'Cause my nigga love home
Favorite song come on, it's up (Aye)
T-shirt and panties on
Know he love Big Glo fa sho (Dem facts)
His favorite red bone
He got motion and I got it too, the sex be so kinetic
Voodoo 'em with the pussy, ain't have to make no spaghetti (Ugh)
Fell in love so fast (Damn)
My friends say I'm pathetic (Fuck)
Pray he don't play with my feelings (Why?)
This shit gon' get domestic (On the gang)
You ain't gotta say a word
Keep givin' me what I'm lookin' for
I just gotta tell everybody (Everybody)
I don't wanna keep it on the low
Goddamn, I love her (Damn, I love her)
Oh, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I just wanna take her out and prove (And prove)
What a real man supposed to do (To do)
We can lay 'round and play around
Ain't got time to hang with my crew
I love her (Damn, I love her)
Oh, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (Ooh, I love her)
I love her (Ooh, I love her)
Oh, I love her
QUEEN OF MEMPHIS lyrics - GloRilla & Fridayy
I done been through the worst
It brought the best out of me
I know I ain't perfect, but you keep blessing me
Too many gone I'm all alone now
But I thank God I found away I'm finally here now
Standing strong
Same ones who saw you come up, they wanna see you down
But I knew I was a chosen one when I made it out
GloRilla
Ona gang
Gangster before the deal and you know dat (& you know dat)
Grateful for ehhthang and you know dat (bitch you know that)
How can shit be in the air when you go flat (tell me how)
I'm from where you cross that line you can't go back
Money ain't change shit
I'm the same bitch from Frayser
Right up out the trenches
I'm the same bitch who made it
Calling me yo twin, but you the same bitch who hated (hoe)
Niggas ain't on shit, they be burning it's contagious (ugh)
Only time they call a bitch is when they need a favor (damn)
Lately I been winning, took some L's but it ain't phase me
Ran up them millions and the glow up looking crazy (crazy)
Selling out arenas, every city do it daily (yup)
KD, I'm just saying how they traded (woo)
Hate me cause I'm on top like some gravy (aye)
Track meet I been runnin up that paper (on God)
BIG GLO Queen of Memphis no debating (ona gang)
I done been through the worst
It brought the best out of me
I know I ain't perfect, but you keep blessing me
Too many gone I'm all alone now
But I thank God I found away I'm finally here now
Standing strong
Same ones who saw you come up, they wanna see you down
But I knew I was a chosen one when I made it out
Glo
Yeah
This shit in me and not on me (nah forreal)
All of my number 1 haters used to be my homies (fuck em)
Tryna make every year better than the last one (on God)
So the old me forever gone be my opponent (bot you bitches)
Putting myself first was my best decision (swear to God)
Now I'm hard on nigga it's a defense mechanism (damn)
I ain't smoking on no opp, I'm puffing on my feelings
Bout to get up out my body like an exorcism (woo)
Told my folks to get a hustle and go ham with it (run this shit up)
Cause I don't wanna be the only one that's having shit (real talk)
Yeah, I want all my niggas stunting
We all came from nothing, now we all getting money (uuh)
Too many niggas and I don't just wanna pick one (pick one)
Calling me a bitch just make sure you say a rich one
Yeah, I'm the one that they can't deal with (on God)
But before that I'm a certified real bitch
I done been through the worst
It brought the best out of me
I know I ain't perfect, but you keep blessing me
Too many gone I'm all alone now
But I thank God I found away I'm finally here now
Standing strong
Same ones who saw you come up, they wanna see you down
But I knew I was a chosen one when I made it out
Ohh nanana I'm the chosen one
Not too many make it out where we come from
Too many fallen soldiers
I thank you that I made it out
Oh nana thank you that I made it out (mhhmmm)
NEVER FIND lyrics - GloRilla (feat. K Carbon)
GloRilla
On the gang, gang
(Boy, you'll never find another as good as this)
You ain't gon' never find a bitch that's good as me
They ain't gon' never find a pair like you and me
Yeah, they hate, but our love is for you and me
Natural, no BBL, but I'm still gon' give him hell
He ain't gotta flip no coin, still gon' give him heads or tails
In love with his magic wand, give me dick, I fall in spells
I-I-I fuck with that nigga, there for life 'cause that's my NFL
Ice me out, pussy get to creaming just like Ben and Jerry's
Loo-look me up, I'm labeled the P up in the dictionary
Walkin' like I'm talkin', back it up just like I'm 'posed to
Bitches flaw, just like the shit they say y'all on Pro Tools
Fine shit, real hood bitch, but I'm country too
Lambo low, gotta crawl in it, it's uncomfortable
Note T.I., I'm serious, I don't say "period" 'cause I'm punctual
Even though I got millions, still eat rap snacks with my Lunchables (On the gang, gang)
(Boy, you'll never find another as good as this)
You ain't gon' never find a bitch that's good as me
They ain't gon' never find a pair like you and me
Yeah, they hate, but our love is for you and me
(Boy, you'll never find another as good as this)
You ain't gon' never find a bitch that's good as me
They ain't gon' never find a pair like you and me (No, they ain't)
Yeah, they hate, but our love is for you and me (It's Carbon)
I might want you bad baby, but it's no nigga I need
Young, turnt, bad bitch, can have any nigga I please (You hear me?)
But I won't beg a bitch, don't even suck dick on my knees (Yeah, ho)
My nigga blessed to have me, he ain't even gotta sneeze (Oh)
Ain't no bitch better (Oh) and ain't no pussy wetter (Whew)
And like a bitch that can't do hair, I'ma fuck you head up (What?)
Nigga, you know you my man, but we don't go together (Uh-uh)
But the min I catch you cheatin', your bitch gon' be on the stretcher
Gang gon' never find nothin' good as this, I'm good as it gets
I'm the down bitch, bust the Glock, cookin', cleanin', stashin' bricks (I do)
We get caught, sentence us forever to life, I never snitch (Shh)
Ask when I'ma leave 'em 'lone (Huh?), and I'ma plead the fifth (On the gang, gang)
(Boy, you'll never find another as good as this)
You ain't gon' never find a bitch that's good as me
They ain't gon' never find a pair like you and me
Yeah, they hate, but our love is for you and me (Hey)
(Boy, you'll never find another as good as this)
You ain't gon' never find a bitch that's good as me
They ain't gon' never find a pair like you and me
Yeah, they hate, but our love is for you and me
Yeah Glo! lyrics - GloRilla
Glorilla
On the gang, gang
On the gang, gang
Yeah, run up on big Glo, you won't, I bet yo' ass be on the floor
Big carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a hoe
Got millions out that rap shit, they hate a bitch but they stole the flow
Got backend after backend comin', fuck 'em I stole the show
Don't run up on that bitch, she a headcase, all she do is shoot
I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might just stare at you
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might embarrass you
Yeah Glo! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah Glo! Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho
Yeah Glo! Two tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah Glo! No competition, these bitches stale, ho
Yeah Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit is glass, ho
Yeah Glo! Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
Yeah Glo! Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes
Yeah Glo! And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho
On the gang
Big Glo, where you been at? Man, everywhere I'm workin' hard
Maybach and G wagon trucks, got M&M's in my garage
Quick to crank up on a ho, you bitches better not get me started
Locked in with the gangstas and players, my folks gon' keep it solid
Everything I got on new, it look like I got renovated
Aye
I'm cocky, bitch, when I was just humble they didn't appreciate it
Fuck 'em
Young wealthy and ratchet, I'm the hood bitches' motivation
On top of the world now, they tried to underestimate me
Haha
Get 'em Glo! Them bitches fraudulent, you know you the truth
Get 'em Glo! Stop overthinkin', these hoes can't fuck with you
Period
Get 'em Glo! Standin' on business in these Chanel shoes
Before I let a ho play with me, I'll go eat some jail food, on gang
Yeah Glo! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah Glo! Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho
Yeah Glo! Two tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah Glo! No competition, these bitches stale, ho
Yeah Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit is glass, ho
Yeah Glo! Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
Yeah Glo! Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes
Yeah Glo! And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho
Yeah, Glo
Yeah, Glo
All Dere lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
Make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Make that ass smack when I slap, talk to me now
Make that ass clap, make it snap
Make-make-make-make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Bitch, it's all there, woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shawty thick as hell, bow, bow, bow, bow, shit, I might as well
Glo, Glo, Glo, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch, it's all there
Ass like the sun, make it clap or some'
She deserve some hundreds, not no motherfucking ones
Ring on her tongue, she like having fun
That ain't no BBL, baby, where you get that from?
Is it from ya moms? Is it from ya aunt?
Is it from them squats? You got peaches, not no plums
Booty going dumb, make it clap some more
I want all the bad bitches twerking on the floor
Bitch, it's all there, woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shawty thick as hell, bow, bow, bow, bow, shit, I might as well
Glo, Glo, Glo, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch, it's all there
Throw it back till my legs lock, that's the best part
Eat it first, that's a head start, catchin' every drop
How she wobblin', wigglin' on me got my junt hard
It look so good, she had to tell me that's a BBL job (Damn)
Uh, uh, uh, throwing dick in this bitch (Plenty)
Got potential, need a boost, I'm finna trick on this bitch, spend some lil' shit here
Long hair, it's all there and that booty meat tatted (Bow)
Bitches that act right get a Patek and latest of fashion
You is the baddest, booty the fattest
Uh, shake that ass, ho, uh, bounce that ass, go
You is the baddest, booty the fattest
Uh, uh, shake that ass, ho, uh, bounce that ass, go
Yeah, booty loose, but the pussy tight (Pussy tight)
Ho, don't be ashamed, show that cellulite (Show that shit, ho)
He say he gotta bitch, I said, "Not tonight" (Not tonight)
Fuck yo' baby, mama, nigga, I know how to fight (Fuck you mean?)
My nigga apologized, but he still cheating (Fuck that nigga)
'Bout to pop on that ho and make him feel me (Watch this, ho)
Face cute, titties perked and I'm real tatted (Fine as hell)
Tell Zeus Network I'm the real baddie (On the gang)
Bitch, it's all there, woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shawty thick as hell, bow, bow, bow, bow, shit, I might as well
Glo, Glo, Glo, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch, it's all there
Make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Make that ass smack when I slap, talk to me now
Make that ass clap, make it snap
Make-make-make-make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
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