Cha Cha Cha lyrics - GloRilla & Fivio Foreign
Woah woah woah
Hey unh
I ain't got no worries Hakuna Matatata
My man my man my man
That boy is a thot thot thot
I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala
Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha
This my shit I'm bout to come up out this heel (unh yaaa)
Fucking on yo hoe cause I like how it feel
That boy can't leave me alone and that's just what it is
In this Hellcat I let Jesus take the wheel
Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa
Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Unhhhhhh hit it
Left foot now ya'll (move to the left)
Right foot left stomp (stomp)
Now hop one time while I hit this blunt
Two opps this time (got two of em')
Got them hoes twinning
Big glo gone shine
Them hood hoes winning
I was broke in the beginning (yup)
Going to church when I was sinning
Smoking loud after service
I be getting you bitches nervous
Got ya nigga in my dm
Know I'm fucking I ain't a virgin
Bitch please I could have served him
Better be happy I curved him
Cha cha cha cha when we slide on an opp
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fires jumping out the car
Granny told me get that money first
While she put it in her bra
Momma told me not to trust a nigga far as I can see em' they ain't far
I ain't no soccer momma
He gone have the Hellcat me
If you love me eat me out inside this srt
If you miss me then don't text me cashapp me
Do the cha cha in this pussy while you ass slap it
I ain't got no worries Hakuna Matatata
My man my man my man
That boy is a thot thot thot
I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala
Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha
This my shit I'm bout to come up out this heel (unh yaaa)
Fucking on yo hoe cause I like how it feel
That boy can't leave me alone and that's just what it is
In this Hellcat I let Jesus take the wheel
Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa
Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Unhhhhhh hit it
Fivi
Yeah grrrrrt bow
Shawty pull up with her friend
I'ma go super viral with her twin
Ion like to play I just like to win
Another nigga die every time I grin
Jesus took the wheel every time I spin
Show up to ya crib nigga how you been
Quick summer day show up to ya porch
You can see the gun print through the shorts
Get another perc mix it with the sauce
Take a nigga life before I take a lost
Yeah fuck a nigga wife and take her to the stores
Ha yeah uh
Talking bout snitching ion even cough
Big dawg ion bow down so they don't invite me to the pow wow
Let me find out you got a loud mouth oochie wally wally oochie bow bow
If you talk too much then you fouled out
Roll a nigga up he a cloud now
Boom
I ain't got no worries Hakuna Matatata
My man my man my man
That boy is a thot thot thot
I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala
Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha
Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa
Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Unhhhhhh hit it
F.N.F. (Let's Go) (Remix) lyrics - Hitkidd, GloRilla & Miss Mulatto
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Glorilla
Big Latto, JT
Bitch, I'm fuck nigga free, broke nigga free (Let's go, woo, woo, hey)
Nigga, play with' yo dick, not me
On gang
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Bitch, I'm G to the L to the O, Big Glo ('Rilla)
You can catch me out in traffic tinted, slidin' with your ho (Skrrt)
I ain't poppin' out at parties, gotta book me for a show (Give me that)
He say, "Y'all be living fast," nah, pussy boy, you slow (Stupid ass)
Ayy, we hoppin' out in red lights (Go), twerkin' on them headlights (Go)
She say she can't come outside today, that mean she scared, right? (Huh?)
I be put up in the winter, in the summer, pop out every night (On gang)
Braggin' on that nigga top, you better hold his head tight (Better watch him)
Anyways, life's great, pussy still good (But they knew that)
Still eatin' cake, wishin' that a bitch would (Bet they won't)
Got my foot up on they necks as a bitch should (Watch me plot, let's go)
On the gang
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go, JT)
I don't care who he fuck with'
Bitch, I can't be fucked with' (Nah)
Must be gone off percs if you ever thought you fucked this (What?)
Usin' my name for clickbait, eat my ass and my clit, wait
Bitch, I got a future, do it look like I can sit and wait
I'm F-R-E-E, hold up, stop the beat
I'm a motherfuckin' city girl, ain't shit free 'bout me (Ayy)
You a fraudulent ass ho, nigga, actin' like you on, nigga
You ain't been in shit since that PPP loan, nigga (Hahaha)
Anyway, pussy good, so I'm put up
Ass stroke, sittin' pretty with' my foot up
Y'all hoes get played (Huh), not us
But if a nigga ever try, it's up
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go, Big Latto)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go, yeah, ayy)
I'm fuck nigga free, I ain't doin' no arguin' (The fuck)
They ain't shit without me, all my exes like Safaree (They broke)
All my opps scary, they won't pop up at the party
Got them bitches runnin' from me, like a episode of Maury
On the freeway, throwin' ass, three ways
Young bitch, feel like a vet' in this C8
Call him private, I ain't text back in three days
Can't have no fuck nigga throwin' off my PH
Anyways, on the pop charts, poppin' shit
Two things I ain't with', sugar grits and sharin' dick (On God)
Bougie, bad, and thick, twenty-three, ain't got no kids
Pop a Plan B before I let him trap a bitch
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)
Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)
Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)
Let's go (At the- on the gang)
JT, Glorilla, Big Latto
E-E, fuck nigga free
Why y'all hoes stressin' out 'bout y'all fuck niggas cheatin'
Gang Nem lyrics - GloRilla
Ayy, Eric, this joint
Bar for bar
(If it ain't Bake, motherfucker, it don't bang)
Glorilla
Wake up every morning, brush my teeth, and yell out, "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck a nigga)
Message to the group chat that these booster hoes ain't fuckin' with us (On God)
Ain't fallin' out 'bout niggas, man, these niggas know what's up with us (They know what's up)
If you not with the gang, then, motherfucker, you can't thug with us (Fuck you, on the gang)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (With the gang)
Countin' hundreds, gettin' money, thuggin' with the gang 'nem (On the gang)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem
Takin' niggas, breakin' niggas, swear I love my gang 'nem
Pour my problems in this cup and then I fill it, we gon' roll 'em up (Gas)
Georgia shakin' ass and they got Jello right here drunk as fuck (Henny)
Nikki Pooh be thuggin', chunkin' big B's when we hit the club (Big Blood)
Four of T's lil' niggas rep the same gang, she don't give a fuck (Cash)
We can't slide the city in your whip if it's not tinted in (Tinted in)
Tezzy stoppin' traffic anywhere 'cause she gon' spin the fin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Key my other half like 50 Cent 'cause she got many men (Pimpin')
Gloss be pimpin' too, but she be actin' like she innocent (Fake ass)
Hype my bitches up, we in the party, I'm like, "Go, friend" (Go, friend)
All they niggas hate me 'cause they swear that I'm the ho friend (Fuck it)
Hype my bitches up, we in the party, I'm like, "Go, friend" (Go, best friend)
All they niggas hate me 'cause they swear that I'm the ho friend
Wake up every morning, brush my teeth, and yell out, "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck a nigga)
Message to the group chat that these booster hoes ain't fuckin' with us (On God)
Ain't fallin' out 'bout niggas, man, these niggas know what's up with us (They know what's up)
If you not with the gang, then, motherfucker, you can't thug with us (Fuck you, on the gang)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (With the gang)
Countin' hundreds, gettin' money, thuggin' with the gang 'nem (On the gang)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem
Takin' niggas, breakin' niggas, swear I love my gang 'nem
I'm locked in with my gang, it come down to it, I'ma die for them (On my mama)
And if I ever have to hit the stand, I swear I'll lie for them (Swear to God)
When they come to me about they problems, I'ma cry with them
Not with the police shit, but turn into the FBI for them (Let's go)
Just like Michael Vick, I'm gon' do time, it come down to my dogs
No pressure on no cash 'cause if they need it, I'ma break 'em off (Here you go)
Ain't beefin' if it ain't about no money, we gon' let 'em talk (Let them bitches talk)
All our posts all public, since they watchin', we gon' let 'em stalk (Lame ass)
My gang, I swear I love my gang, ayy (Gang)
My gang, I swear I love the gang, ayy (Let's go)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (Gang 'nem)
Wake up every morning, brush my teeth, and yell out, "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck a nigga)
Message to the group chat that these booster hoes ain't fuckin' with us (On God)
Ain't fallin' out 'bout niggas, man, these niggas know what's up with us (They know what's up)
If you not with the gang, then, motherfucker, you can't thug with us (Fuck you, on the gang)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (With the gang)
Countin' hundreds, gettin' money, thuggin' with the gang 'nem (On the gang)
Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem
Takin' niggas, breakin' niggas, swear I love my gang 'nem
Ayy, and if you ain't with the gang
Bitch, fuck you, ho
Keep it just like that
Internet Trolls lyrics - GloRilla
Hitkidd wat it do, man, Hitkidd wat it do, man
GloRilla
Hey, hey
On gang, on, on gang
Whoa, whoa, hey
On gang
You can be who you wanna be
Live how you wanna live
Stunt how you wanna stunt
Give what you 'posed to give
Say what you wanna say
Feel how you wanna feel
Sometimes I think they be forgetting the internet a fairytale
He dat nigga for the people, but in person, he a bitch
They be gangster on the book, but in them papers be a snitch
She be mommy of the year but don't ever have them kids
They be broker than a motherfucker, capping like they rich
Watch out for them internet trolls
They be tryna satisfy them internet goals
You just got locked up 'cause the internet told
Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code
Watch out for them internet trolls
They be tryna satisfy them internet goals
You just got locked up 'cause the internet told
Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code
Ain't have to drop the low, I got it from his Snapchat
Had to block my exes off my page so I wouldn't backtrack
They don't wanna clap for you, they just want you to clapback
That ski don't make you gangsta, you a capper, where yo SnapBack?
I don't be up in his likes, but I be in his bed though
Might be in my gallery, but he ain't in this thread though
They don't gotta like me and it's cool, I really like that
'Cause half you muhfuckers in real life ain't even like that
Watch out for them internet trolls
They be tryna satisfy them internet goals
You just got locked up 'cause the internet told
Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code
Watch out for them internet trolls
They be tryna satisfy them internet goals
You just got locked up 'cause the internet told
Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code
You can be who you wanna be
Live how you wanna live
Stunt how you wanna stunt
Give what you 'posed to give
Say what you wanna say
Feel how you wanna feel
Sometimes I think they be forgetting the internet a fairytale
Lick Or Sum lyrics - GloRilla
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Lick on my clit, make this pussy cream
Do this motherfucker how you do them Russian creams
Smokin' on this pack, you know this pussy fat (Ow)
Lookin' like he fiendin', got his nose all in my crack
He wanna hit this rock, he know this coochie slap (Wow)
And based off his performance, I might make this booty clap
Told him drop the addy, 'bout to take him off the map
I don't post his ass, I ghost his ass, and leave him on the Snap
Don't wanna feel yo' teeth and soften up yo' tongue
All over his breath like pussy flavored gum
Pullin' on my tracks, 'cause he know I like to run
You know I'ma P, nigga, you know where I'm from
Told him that I love him, had him thinkin' I was dumb
Got that bread, got that head, then I set him to his mom, on the gang, gang
Lookin' like a lick or sum
Come and take a lick or sum
Pussy bussin' like a blick or sum
Bow, bow, bow
Come here, now let me get some dick or sum
I call that nigga bruh, his mammy ain't my mammy (Nah)
And stop callin' me sis, I'm tryna fuck yo' baby daddy (Move)
Get head from his cousin too, I keep it in the family (Hey)
He fold me like a pretzel, I'm his Auntie Annie
Bow, bow, bow
Ooh
And lick it like a lollipop
Lick it and dip it, this a Baby Bottle Pop
I ain't with that messy shits, but I need some sloppy top
What's up mister ding ling ling? I'm tryna get karate chopped
My foot up on they neck (Bitch)
He suckin' on my toes
You lovin' on this nigga (Why?)
But he love the hoes
I gotta nigga on da town and a nigga in the slammer
If I'm with you and my nigga call, just know I'm still gon' answer
I know you eatin' ass (Hmm)
Don't ask me for a kiss (Move)
And don't bring up my man, 'cause I ain't askin' 'bout yo' bitch
He got all of these bitches that don't weigh up to one of me
He know that I'm the big homie, his other bitches under me
Got the best head from a libra and the best dick from a cancer
He said he never ate no ass, well, I'm 'bout to set the standard (Come here)
40-inch weave (What else?)
Dread head nigga (Okay)
4 A.M., I need some dick, I'm gone off that liquor, on the gang, gang
Lookin' like a lick or sum
Come and take a lick or sum
Pussy bussin' like a blick or sum
Bow, bow, bow
Come here, now let me get some dick or sum
You lovin' on this nigga (Why?)
But he love the hoes (Hmm)
So my advice to you would be to go and be a hoe (Ah-ah)
You lovin' on this nigga (Why?)
But he love the hoes
My advice to you would be to go and be a hoe, on the gang, gang
Lookin' like a lick or sum
On Wat U On lyrics - Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla
(Turn me up YC)
GloRilla, woo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch (What?)
Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fuckin'
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now, huh? Dumb ass
I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face
What the fuck funny? Didn't I say change the subject?
Let me know right now (What?), if there ain't no future us (Why?)
'Cause, one, too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (Shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)
I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and fuck (Uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
Tyrna see me every weekend (Why?), damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my dick in you
When I call myself tryna do shit right, here go another issue (Man)
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me fucked up
Yo' mama ain't got no daughters, boy you ain't them bitches brothers (The fuck?)
Then you told me you that knew the bitch, but you ain't say you fucked her (Hm)
Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good dick motherfucker (Hate yo' ass)
With my man today (Hm), back outside tomorrow (Yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars
He won't find shit in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card
Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back (Huh?)
I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that (Can't know that)
Cut that nigga off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On gang)
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
OOOHH lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Gloss Up & STMG)
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
(Cheese)
Glorilla
Woo, hey
Pull up in that ooh with lil' yeah tryna get some naw
That mean I'm in that coupe with your man tryna get some top
I'm tryna get that ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)
He droppin' off that loot (Give me that), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)
[?] pocket, finesse out the bread
Take out her tonsils, grip by the head
Bitch wanna fuck, gotta give me the wallet
Only want the sloppy, I don't want your legs
Really wan' fuck on your friend 'cause she ready
Really wan' pull up and give her this yeah
Ho outta pocket be callin' my phone
My bitches be watchin' like [?] play it
If a nigga ain't talkin' 'bout licks or gettin' me rich, then I ain't heard shit he said
Can't stand no nigga with a smart-ass mouth, but I love me a nigga with some good-ass head
Can't post no nigga on the 'Gram when it's niggas on the 'Gram that be tryna get down, the fuck?
We don't like them niggas on the town that be servin' them pounds and ain't talkin' 'bout grams, the fuck?
Got my own shit and bitches mad, but I live rent-free in a broke bitch head
Cuff a nigga? That shit dead (Hell nah)
Fuck that nigga, what you said?
You hoes didn't spare my nigga, so PSA, y'all niggas in danger
Just post one pic with that ass lookin' thick, then text back, "What's up, stranger?"
Pull up in that ooh with lil' yeah tryna get some naw
That mean I'm in that coupe with your man tryna get some top
I'm tryna get that ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)
He droppin' off that loot (Give me that), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)
Buy all the drink, I want some top
Thick as some pork, she can get chopped
Like Cardi B, she got that WAP
Smack on her ass, baby gettin' popped
Drippin' the sauce, ho, bring 'em out
Call up Bun B, that's a hundred a chop
Bitch say she bi, I call up Glo
She call up Gloss, we got some top (Gloss Up, bitch)
Nigga pulled up lookin' kind of cute
I'm like ooh, baby, come give me some noggin
He not gon' know what to do when I get loose
Pizza, I want the toppings
I want the head and bread
Then I'ma dip, yeah, you heard what I said
Broke niggas can't do nothing for me, lil' nigga
Can't even give me some head
Yeah, they lookin' for pointers
Look our way, all they see is some burners
Feet been hot like we stepped on a furnace
Can't find these bitches, they hide behind curtains
Yeah, ooh, do what to who?
Eat a rap bitch up and split her in two
I pass her to Glo and I pass her to Nikki
Then pass her to Carbon, bitch, do what it do, yeah
Pull up in that ooh with lil' yeah tryna get some naw
That mean I'm in that coupe with your man tryna get some top
I'm tryna get that ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)
He droppin' off that loot (Give me that), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)
STMG
(Glorilla)
Ayy, man, say, man
They, they must've put me first so a ho must be cursed, you heard me?
STMG or nothin', you know what goin' on
Let me pass this shit to the Glo, you know
They'll show you how it go, you heard me?
You know, you ain't even gotta-
You ain't even gotta pass to Glo, you can pass to Yo
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause guess what?
They could put me first, they could put me last
It don't matter what they put me, guess what? I'ma be on they ass
You dig what I'm sayin'? Come on, man
What, what you say, foe?
A ho gotta pay
If a ho don't pay, then a ho gotta lay
If the ho don't pay, if the ho don't lay
Guess what? The ho can't stay, you dig?
Fuck you mean? Fuck you motherfuckin' mean? Y'all heard what the fuck they said
Gloss Up, bitch
Outside lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Niki Pooh)
Where the fuck is Glo at?
Glorilla
Ayy, Niki Pooh, what? We outside, where we goin'? Ayy, ayy
We here
I been on the road lately slidin' with my bitches (Let's ride)
Fuckin' with a nigga I know I ain't got no business (Uh-uh)
You would think that I was foreign how I'm rockin' this Brazilian
Don't want it in my head if the shit ain't thirty inches
Say now gave that boy the winter, but the summertime is mine (It's mine)
He like, "Where the fuck you at?" I told you, nigga, I'm outside
'Cause we outside, nigga, we outside (We outside, bitch)
We outside, bitch, we outside (Ayy, we out here, nigga)
We outside, nigga, we outside (Ho)
We outside, bitch, we outside (We outside, bitch)
Make it rain for that pussy, boy, you know it ain't no drought here (That pussy wet)
Not to toot my own horn, but a nigga know I'm out here (Beep-beep, ho)
And every time I go outside, they swear I'm tryna be a ho (And if?)
Ain't too much that I can say, but I'm just glad a nigga know (Facts)
Glorilla hit me up like, "We outside" (We outside)
I called up all my bitches like, "What's up? It's time to slide" (Ayy, ho, where the fuck y'all at?)
Please don't call my phone about your nigga, ho, he died (Never)
I'm on to the next, that nigga just a rental ride, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Back on the town and we back with the shit (Ayy)
Glo hit me up, said we poppin', lil' bitch (What's up?)
Shakin' that ass and we droppin' that splits (Ooh)
I'm orderin' Mo' and I'm orderin' Henny (Yeah)
Met this lil' nigga, he said that he with me (Ayy)
I told him he stuck with a bunch of bad bitches (You stuck)
Pulled out his wallet and handed it to me
I told him, "Go 'head, baby, take care your business" (Hey)
I been on the road lately slidin' with my bitches (Let's ride)
Fuckin' with a nigga I know I ain't got no business (Uh-uh)
You would think that I was foreign how I'm rockin' this Brazilian
Don't want it in my head if the shit ain't thirty inches
Say now gave that boy the winter, but the summertime is mine (It's mine)
He like, "Where the fuck you at?" I told you, nigga, I'm outside
'Cause we outside, nigga, we outside (We outside, bitch)
We outside, bitch, we outside (Ayy, we out here, nigga)
We outside, nigga, we outside (Ho)
We outside, bitch, we outside (We outside, bitch)
Girl, look at this wack-ass nigga call and callin' my motherfuckin' phone
Never
Ayy, bitch, listen
We outside, Glo
Ayy, for all you hoes that got y'all niggas, y'all better leave them motherfuckin' niggas at home
'Cause these niggas don't give a fuck about you at all, ho, if you don't (Period)
If you don't put your motherfuckin' phone down, get the fuck outside (Bitch), bitch
We outside, ho
Come on, bitch, take this motherfuckin' shot, ho
Pass me the bottle, bitch
On God
Fuck wrong with 'em?
I know, bitch
Overstood lyrics - GloRilla
I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way
Humble beast but Aaron turn me up, I got some shit to say
Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today
Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
Kick the door down on them people
I got tired of knockin' bitch
What-what-what they doin'? Talkin' shit
Th-th-they still mad I'm poppin' shit
I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way
Humble beast but Aaron turn me up, I got some shit to say
Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today
Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate
Li-livin' in the suburbs but you know I'm good in any hood
I was taught to stand on business so everythin' be overstood
Countin' all these papers, smokin' papers, you can keep yo 'Woods
They talkin' 'bout what I'm not doin', but what I'm doin' they wish they could
In school they gave me 180, now it's 180 on the dash
Traffic in that C8, police get behind me, do 'em bad
Somehow I be at my best when them bitches make me mad
Feelin' like prune juice, I got that shit for a nigga ass
Lookin' back on all I been through, shit gon' damn near make me cry
If I was to crash out right now, would you be my ride or die?
You told me keep it real, I think you'll like it better when I lie
They say I smoke too much, I think they'll like me better when I'm high
They say what you do in the dark gon' always come back to the light
They caught that boy in broad day, he didn't get to see that night
You ain't even spend no money, how you tryna spend the night?
You see how this man do his hoes, why you tryna be his wife?
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
Kick the door down on them people
I got tired of knockin', bitch
What-what-what they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
T-Up even harder for the times they had me fucked up
I got plays for days like Tyler Perry, bitch, I'm up-up
Money talk, so all of y'all should really shut the fuck up
And, bitch, I'm from the trenches, I don't hang with hoes that's stuck up
If it wasn't for them thirsty niggas, you hoes wouldn't be nobody
That lovin' niggas shit so dead, them niggas be out they body
Do shit at my own pace and every time them bitches copy
I gotta turn it up a notch, I just got off the phone with Gotti
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
Kick the door down on them people
I got tired of knockin', bitch
Ain't no monkey in the middle
Go with who you rockin' with
Don't even stop at red lights
What make you think you stoppin' this?
Pop It lyrics - GloRilla
Mike-will-made-it
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Pop yo shit, bitch
Onna Gang
Don't call me suh, I am not ya sister, I will fuck yo man
I know how to throw that ass and a bitch can throw them hands
Yo nigga a sucka busta, he ain't breaking off no cash
My nigga be swipin' cards, he gon' teach me how to scam
He say I got a smart ass mouth and it's gon' get me fucked up
Gon' put this pussy in his mouth and make him shut the fuck up
My opp posted her nigga, know I'm finna snatch him right up
My booty jiggle when I walk and it's tiger-striped up
Throw that ass all in this booth, if you ain't twerkin' then record it
Lurkin' on my page, you gon' see nothing but ass up on this story
Love to piss my nigga off, him talking shit be gettin' me horny
Tryna find out who I'm fuckin', better off go finding Dory
Got a lot of hoes but only one can say he fuckin' me
I just made 150 in a night, you hoes can't fuck with me
I'm who bitches wanna be and who them niggas love to see
You catch me in the party, know it's blickies in this club with me
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Ain't no falling off, ho, I'll be damn'd I let them catch me slippin'
And yo music wack as fuck, it come on in the car skip it
Yeah, I get delusional at times, at least I can admit it
Yeah, you got some money, fuck up out my face if you don't spend it
Five percent on all my windows, but you can't even see in here
All up in the opps party, like who said I can't be in here?
Everywhere I go, you gotta know I'm smokin' weed in there
Pussy wet as hell, that boy gon' fuck around and ski in here
All my bitches gang for real, that gang gang shit be what we on
Pull up to the store, ho, get on point and get up off that phone
Pillow talking 'bout me, you a hater, bitch, yo cover blown
That ho really green as hell and I'm happy ya true colors showed
Ain't never had a nigga took from me, I'm like 15 and 0
Yeah I gotta couple bodies but that shit ain't no secret though
They say I can't keep a nigga but they know I keep some hoes
I ain't tryna shit on bitches but don't give me a reason though
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch
Onna gang
Poppin Shit lyrics - GloRilla
(Just Connor Smith)
GloRilla
Ayy, ayy
You know I be poppin' shit
Woo, woo, ayy, woo, woo
Hottest bitch he ever had and I ain't on no cocky shit
But I don't gotta say too much, 'cause you know how I'm rockin', bitch (You know how I'm rockin', bitch)
Better hide your nigga, when he see me, he be jockin' sis (Woo)
He know I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch (Pop, pop, pop)
Woo, I'm poppin', bitch, you know I be poppin' shit (You know I be poppin' shit)
Never let no pussy nigga treat you like an option, sis (Nah)
Hit the club with my gang, we standin' right on top of shit (Gang, gang)
Told you I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch
They like, "Rilla, where you been at, shawty? When you finna drop some shit?"
I been in my mode, the way I'm feelin', I might pop a bitch
My homie showed me her true colors, then I had to drop the bitch
I was tryna chase a bag and she was doin' the opposite
Was fuckin' with this nigga 'til his ass got on some groupie shit
His friends all in our business, I can tell he wasn't used to shit
He gave me all his brain and then he got up on some stupid shit
Didn't even get the cookie and was actin' like a lunatic
Hottest bitch he ever had and I ain't on no cocky shit
But I don't gotta say too much, 'cause you know how I'm rockin', bitch (You know how I'm rockin', bitch)
Better hide your nigga, when he see me, he be jockin' sis (Woo)
He know I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch (Pop, pop, pop)
Woo, I'm poppin', bitch, you know I be poppin' shit (You know I be poppin' shit)
Never let no pussy nigga treat you like an option, sis (Nah)
Hit the club with my gang, we standin' right on top of shit (Gang, gang)
Told you I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch
Hell yeah, hoes mad, ooh, I got some bitches bad, ho
I been on they ass, I guess that's really what they mad for
I'ma keep this shit one hundred, I'ma give a nigga heads up
I don't want your drawers, lil' nigga, I just want some head, bruh
He say he like my style, he love my vibe, he love my energy (Ayy)
Told him I be thuggin', all the gangster niggas feelin' me
His bitch thought I was cute until he did too, now she envy me
Shit, I'm feelin' like I'm John Cena, these bitches ain't seein' me
Hottest bitch he ever had and I ain't on no cocky shit
But I don't gotta say too much, 'cause you know how I'm rockin', bitch (You know how I'm rockin', bitch)
Better hide your nigga, when he see me, he be jockin' sis (Woo)
He know I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch (Pop, pop, pop)
Woo, I'm poppin', bitch, you know I be poppin' shit (You know I be poppin' shit)
Never let no pussy nigga treat you like an option, sis (Nah)
Hit the club with my gang, we standin' right on top of shit (Gang, gang)
Told you I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch
(Just Connor Smith)
Sneaky Link lyrics - GloRilla & YCR Los
(It's cold in here)
YCR Los
You know what the fuck goin' on
Gang
YCR business
Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (On God)
And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (No cap)
I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up
She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already knew that)
Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (No cap)
And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (On God)
I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up
She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already know what's up)
This bitch tryna be bougie, but, ayy, I get bougie too (For real)
You can try to test your luck, think about robbin', I'm gon' shoot (On gang)
To lil' bruh that took my bitch, good luck to you, ayy, I salute
Hell nah, you can't be YCR, bitch, this not no recruit (No cap)
New pack in the mail, gotta get my ass home (Home)
Last nigga tried to play, guess what? I got his ass gone (Gone)
I was fuckin' on his bitch while she had him on speakerphone (Phone)
This lil' naggin'-ass bitch, ayy, lil' bitch, leave me alone
Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (On God)
And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (No cap)
I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up
She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already knew that)
Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (No cap)
And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (On God)
I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up
She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (Glorilla)
He say he tryna sneaky link, I told him we can do that (Let's go)
We no face, no case on pictures, only let 'em see his durag
He like, "I know that I can't post it," duh, pussy boy, you knew that (Duh)
He just went and met my other nigga, why the fuck you do that? (You lame as hell)
We only link at night, so in the daytime, don't be buggin' me (Call my phone)
You just a sneaky link, no, you can't pop out at no club with me (You know that)
I'm Glorilla pimpin', baby, nigga know it ain't no lovin' me (Glorilla)
I don't fuck with you like that, so don't be tellin' folks you fuck with me, on God
Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (On God)
And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (No cap)
I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up
She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already knew that)
Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (No cap)
And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (On God)
I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up
She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already know what's up)
Don't be blowin' up my motherfuckin' phone after I give you the motherfuckin' Glorilla glue, nigga
Man, stop doin' all that shit
Like I said
Your pussy was good, though
Aight, then keep it just like that
YCR business, you know what the fuck goin' on
Glorilla
To Be Honest lyrics - GloRilla
GloRilla
To be honest, I don't even be coming like that, but, I'm just finna-
Somebody told me I need to gon'- Ayy, gon' do that
At a point in life, if you say you love me, gotta show that
They wanna call it quits, but don't nobody even know that
I be looking good as fuck, but deep inside be feeling so bad
Don't talk about my problems, I just put 'em on a notepad
I don't talk about my problems, get the [?] and pour 'em
I'an even writing a song right now, I feel like this a poem
It's some hoes I used to love, that now I act like I'on know 'em
And the ones I fuck with now, I just be hoping that they loyal
And I know my time approaching, mane, that shit give the chills
I be gettin' so impatient, have to tell myself to chill
I'on even sleep at night, my mama think I'm poppin' pills
Daddy [?] asking me, but ain't gon' offer me a deal
Gloss told me I'an been there for her, shit had me in tears
She ain't never told me that, and we been rockin' for some years
If I couldn't be yo' shoulder, I done always been a ear
But I was hurtin' by myself, I had to take some time to heal
Told my friends because I love 'em, that I gotta keep it real
Don't care if you feelin' salty, we ain't sugarcoatin' in here
We can smoke and chop it up and I'ma be there when it's clear
'Cause I'ma be there while it's smoke and I'ma be there when it's clear
Must be nice to fall in love because I'm sick of havin' hoes
I be wanting to try this shit, but mane, these niggas be some hoes
And I be tweakin' 'bout my feelin's so I'll rather be alone
'Cause shit, I know that I'm the one but nigga I'an one of those
Askin' "God, why me?" But I'on never get a answer
But I know it's for the good, so ayy, this shit don't even matter
And I know that time will heal, but this should move a lil' faster
I done grew up in the choir, now I'm preachin' to the pastor
Used to wanna be a singer, I wasn't tryna be a rapper
Got some people that'll come through and I'an even gotta ask 'em
It's some niggas in the picture, I'an even gotta tap 'em
It's some hoes that's gon' get touched, and I'an even gotta tap 'em
At a point in life, if I hear a rumor, I'an clearin' shit
I know I'm gettin' hot, I gotta watch out who I chill with
I'm cuttin' bitches off now if they try to pull some weird shit
'Cause hatin' a disease, and you need to get it cured, bitch
I be gettin' the highest when I'm really at my lowest
I be smilin' through my pain, so don't nobody even notice
In a minute, they gon' see me pop out slidin' in that lotus
So now I'm movin' forward, I just gotta keep the focus
Cut a hoe off that l love 'cause she was messy, mane that's messed up
Time is money, baby, that's the only thing I'm pressed for
Everybody go through shit, they say it happens to the best of 'em
Thankful for my blessings, I'm just waiting on the rest of 'em
On God, on the gang
Tomorrow lyrics - GloRilla
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don't fuck with' me (Cheese), but I say they can't fuck with' me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with' me?
Poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (Poppin')
Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (Look at this)
Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (Stupid ass)
They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (Ugh)
I don't know that nigga, I just seened him on the town before
I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (Nah)
When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some mo' (Easy)
Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (Deuces)
They say they don't fuck with' me, but I say they can't fuck with' me (On God)
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with' me (Huh?)
Them bitches should've stayed down, they could've been up with' me (Too bad)
But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up with' me (Lame ass)
My ex fuckin' on my old friend, both they ass some fuckin' clowns (Haha)
Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (Lame ass ho)
He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (Thought it was)
Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now
High as fuck, I'm lit (Yuh), I don't smoke no Swishers (Nope)
Slidin' with' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (That's gang)
These bitches be lettin' them go out sad about these niggas (Ugh)
I don't wanna hang with' them, they don't handle business (They can't hang with' us)
They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (None of that)
Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon' come runnin' back (Fuck 'em up)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (Fuck 'em)
They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (None of that)
She the type, the nigga make her mad she go tweet somethin' (Ugh)
Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (Beat 'em up)
I can't love you, baby, like yo' bitch do, so don't leave her (Keep that bih')
He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (Hahaha)
Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not fuck with' you tomorrow (Nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (That's just me)
Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)
Everyday the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow
Aight, lemme hear that
Unh Unh (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla
(originally by Lil Rey)
GloRilla
Whew
Whew
Lil Rey
Like unh, like unh
(On gang)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry den fucked up let these gangster bitches in
They say my 15 minutes up, I'm only 15 minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin'
I'ma slide and spin again like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if you did it gotta stand on that
Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
(Ayy)
Hold on, had to let a gangsta nigga in (Yeah)
Niggas talking like it's pressure bitch you know that imma spin
I don't know ya to respect ya, bitch Lil Rey gone stay on 10 (Duhh)
When it come to rappin' bitch nobody fucking wit my pen (On yo mama)
Niggas know that I stay ready for the bullshit (Haa)
Be talking tough until I pop out, then don't do shit (Bitch)
Say it's a problem, imma show em how I do shit
Got niggas on each corner, posted up they all let loose quick
If they say it they won't say that shit to me (Nah)
Lil Rey get turnt and all he aiming for is teeth (Bop Bop)
Bitch I be coolin, chillin, smoking onna tree
They gone call me Top Golf
I'm knockin' noggins off the tee
(On gang)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry den fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my 15 minutes up, I'm only 15 minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin'
I'ma slide and spin again like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if you did it gotta stand on that
Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (fine ass)
Pussy fat as hell they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (this a chop')
He ask me, "where I'm at" he must think I'm his bitch or somethin' (hold on)
Tryna put me on yo' friend he must be rich or somethin'
I ain't in these bitches beef, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime
Told 'em, "Leave me out" don't want no parts and I'm not takin' sides
I wonder how my ex doing' wonder, is they still alive?
Probably somewhere in my DMs, constantly motherfucker tryin'
When they be talkin' shit about Chrisean my ass get fuckin' quiet
A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (on God)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry den fucked up, let these gangster bitches in
They say my 15 minutes up I'm only 15 minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin'
I'ma slide and spin again like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if you did it gotta stand on that
Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Wanna Be (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla, Megan Thee Stallion & Cardi B
These bitches be boring, corny
Pop out new bag, new jewelry
Throwin' ass all on my story
I'll make a photographer horny
I wake up to new hoes on my dick
I be cute, so I pose for a pic
Know they watchin', I blow 'em a kiss
I be actin' like hoes don't exist
Got a black truck that a rap nigga copped me
I pop out make a hoe get anxiety
I pop shit till a nigga gotta block me
And my toes white like Matthew McConaughey
New install to the floor, she flowin'
Ass still ass'n, so I keep throwin'
Skirt ridin' up, so the panties keep showin'
Should I take off on these hoes? (Keep going!)
H-E-A-V-Y (Heavy)
I'm not toxic, I'm deadly
Hoes look a mess and be messy
I pop shit and pop ass on jetski
Hickory, dickory, dock
They take my pic to they Doc
Like give me the shit that she got
Comin' out lumpy (Ewww)
Hoes be chippity chopped
Aye
Hop out the Lamb and I jump in a Cully
Textin' ya man while I lay on my tummy
Ass and titties come out when it's sunny
Guess I'm a teacher since she wanna sub me
She did what? I had no idea
Thought she was on the shelf, IKEA
Hope she talk like that when I see her
Bitch, please, don't nobody wanna be ya
Cheap-lookin' ass hoe
Weak-lookin' ass hoe
Great-value-me lookin' ass hoe
Girl, these bitches be pussy
Delete-every-tweet-lookin' ass hoe
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby, then bitch, don't keep it
Hoe
I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
He in love wit Glo, never got da cookie, but got my name tatted
Killer where
Don't know who he killed, I heard dat mane ratted
Never full, when it's time to eat I be his main platter
NYC
New York fashion week
Tommy Hil jacket
Tell these hoes to stay dangerous 'cause nan one of they niggas safe (Nah)
My nigga say he faithful, I still got a few hoes just in case (Got too)
I can't lie, I use to simp so hard, but them my old ways
It's 365 days in a year, couldn't play with me on none of them days
Fuckin' ass, freaky nigga
Don't even wear no condoms
Don't know how to treat a lady
I oughta smack yo' momma
Pussy wet, good-ass neck
So, I talk how I wanna
Save a nigga, who? Bitch, do I look like fuckin' Superwoman?
On the gang
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby, then bitch, don't keep it
Hoe
I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Same hoes hatin' used to want to be besties
You can get your wig turned like Effie
I don't need insurance 'cause a bitch can't wreck me
Ready
Ooh, now and I'm coming like Freddy
I'm mother
And you know my trick is yo' daddy
Clock that tea
Bitch catch it
You look like a discount me on Etsy
I'm the female titan, I'm steppin' on bitches, I'm showin' my titties, I tore up the city
A P-I-M-P
I be hoeing these niggas
He run back to me 'cause you boring a nigga
Fuck is a layover?
I ain't waitin'
I get the bag then I change destinations
These niggas be crazy
I don't blame 'em
I'm a dog, too, I don't wanna change him
He don't wanna he saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
I don't wanna be saved, don't save me
You for everybody, nigga, don't claim me
Hate a nigga tryna tell me what to do
You ain't my daddy, I'm not your baby
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby then, bitch, don't keep it
Hoe
I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Get 'em, Glo
Go C, Go Who
Go C, Go Who
Go C, Go Who
Get 'em C, Go Who
Get 'em C, Go Who
Go Me, uh huh
Go Me, uh huh
Go Me, uh
Westside Baby (Gutta) lyrics - GloRilla
Glorilla
Woo, woo, hey
I'm from 38127, to be exact
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Nigga thinkin' I'm from overseas or some shit
Whole time I'm from Memphis, ho, I'm from Frazier
Westside baby to be exact
38127
Ayy, let's go
I'm so independent, I be quick to yell out fuck a nigga
Still eatin' on my ex, but at the same time, I ain't stuntin' a nigga
He thinkin' that I miss him, whole time, I got another nigga
He thinkin' that I'm foreign, whole time, I'm from the gutter, nigga
Ayy, I'm from the gutter, nigga, this where I be thuggin', nigga
Pretty-ass lil' bitch, but I'm from where that shit get ugly, nigga
Gutter, nigga, that's why I love them gutter niggas
38127, Westside baby, that's the gutter, nigga
They say I'm comin' like a nigga, shit, I got a lot of rubbers, nigga
Don't say I be gettin' fucked, I'd rather say I fucked a nigga
Money talk, you broke, so I don't wanna hear you stutter, nigga
No time to hear you talkin' 'bout how you not like them other niggas
Never went out like no ho, you know I'm always goin' in
Rambo in here off some drank and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Henn'
They be thinkin' I'm not 'bout it, bitch, come get up with me then
And any nigga I let hit it, bet he tryna hit again, woo
Don't question me 'bout nothing that you hear Glorilla rap about
Don't owe nobody shit, so what the fuck I gotta cap about?
I come from the gutter where them young niggas be crashin' out
Now I'm cashin' out, check out how fast that shit'll turn around (Glorilla)
I'm so independent, I be quick to yell out fuck a nigga
Still eatin' on my ex, but at the same time, I ain't stuntin' a nigga
He thinkin' that I miss him, whole time, I got another nigga
He thinkin' that I'm foreign, whole time, I'm from the gutter, nigga
Ayy, I'm from the gutter, nigga, this where I be thuggin', nigga
Pretty-ass lil' bitch, but I'm from where that shit get ugly, nigga
Gutter, nigga, that's why I love them gutter niggas
38127, Westside baby, that's the gutter, nigga (Westside baby)
Wrong One lyrics - GloRilla, Gloss Up & Slimeroni (feat. K Carbon, Aleza, Tay Keith)
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
GloRilla
He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
I had to show him I'm that bitch but I'm my daddy son
(Hmm hmm I'm the one hmm hmm)
Slime hoe, when it come to dogging niggas
I do that for fun
I do that for fun
I do that for fun
Steady shitting up on these bitches
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
He got the right bitch wrong time
AP he on my time, delivery on Amazon Prime
I'm bad as fuck it should be a crime
Poster thoughts fuck what they think
I have a nigga thinking with his meat
One thing I ain't is fucking cheap
You sure that's the nigga you wanna keep
You used to be the shit in school but now it's my turn
Hitting it from the back after I buss over his side burns
I be making hits but you should know I'm not a fighter (hahaha)
I'm a nigga biggest blessing he don't even gotta sneeze
Pull up in that ahh ahh it don't even got no keys
Shit on bitches all year I don't let bitches get a season
Go ask that hoe why she don't like me bitch won't even have a reason
He ask what nigga I be rapping bout, I told him I'm just rhyming baby
Soon as he click on my IG nigga get to masturbating
(Mafucking tender dick ass nigga)
(Soon as he click on my IG nigga get to masturbating)
He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
I had to show him I'm that bitch but I'm my daddy son
(Hmm hmm I'm the one hmm hmm)
Slime hoe, when it come to dogging niggas
I do that for fun
I do that for fun
I do that for fun
Steady shitting up on these bitches like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Come get yo nigga he sending me pictures he giving me money and all this weed
Sending me paragraphs pouring his heart out saying some shit I ain't gone even read
Unh nope I ain't reading this shit
And he believing that I love him nigga you can't be that dumb
Don't really recall conceiving but you bitches is my sons
And we ain't beefing over socials I could never break my thumb
Won't cut deals with no promoters you can't pay I can't perform
Talk to niggas how I want to and they let me
They love me when I talk and bout my shit they say it's sexy
These niggas be so cap that's why I don't do no texting
You know I ain't yo bitch, you not my nigga so don't question me
Unh huh unh huh
Yo ass is dumb
He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
I had to show him I'm that bitch but I'm my daddy son
(Hmm hmm I'm the one hmm hmm)
Slime hoe, when it come to dogging niggas
I do that for fun
I do that for fun
I do that for fun
Steady shitting up on these bitches like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
You Ain't Shit lyrics - GloRilla
(AClef Vibes on the beat)
Glorilla
Hey, hey
You ain't shit (You ain't shit), nigga, you ain't shit (Bitch)
For playin' with my feelings, nigga, you a bitch (I really'll beat your ass)
You always with your niggas, I think you suckin' dick (Gay-ass ho)
You gon' make me catch a DV for hittin' you in your shit (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit (You ain't shit), you ain't shit (Dog-ass nigga)
Nigga, you ain't shit (Old stupid-ass nigga), you ain't slick (Ugly-ass, dog-ass bitch)
Ho, I think you on some fuck shit every time you outta sight (What?)
If I catch you with a bitch, you better hope that she can fight (You better hope that ho can jab)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit
Bitch, I hope you get ranned over by a truck (I hope you die, bitch)
Yeah, I know I cheated too, but, nigga, I don't give no fuck (So? The fuck?)
Them squirrel lookin'-ass bitches you be fuckin' for a nut (Them butt-ass, ugly-ass hoes)
Ayy, that's the type of shit that make me wanna fuck a nigga up (Come here, bitch)
Be on lil' boy shit, but you a grown man (A grown man)
You ain't shit, nigga (You ain't shit), with your dog ass (Dog ass)
I don't even hurt no more, your ass just make me sick (Ugh)
To be real, I could've been gone, but I just been in some dick (I just been in some dick)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit (You ain't shit), nigga, you ain't shit (Bitch)
For playin' with my feelings, nigga, you a bitch (I really'll beat your ass)
You always with your niggas, I think you suckin' dick (Gay-ass ho)
You gon' make me catch a DV for hittin' you in your shit (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit (You ain't shit), you ain't shit (Dog-ass nigga)
Nigga, you ain't shit (Old stupid-ass nigga), you ain't slick (Ugly-ass, dog-ass bitch)
Ho, I think you on some fuck shit every time you outta sight (What?)
If I catch you with a bitch, you better hope that she can fight (You better hope that ho can jab)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit
You tellin' folks I'm toxic, but you keep me in some drama (What?)
Talkin' 'bout me to your folks, nigga, fuck you and your mama (Fuck that fat-ass ho)
Try not to trip about it 'cause I know your new bitch gon' be karma (And you gon' beat it, bitch)
Old buster-ass nigga, you ain't fuckin' with no Arthur (The fuck?)
Lil' stupid-ass nigga, you ain't fuckin' with no dummy (You ain't fuckin' with no dummy)
Only time I like your ass is when your dick up in my stomach
When I give him to you hoes, remember you ain't took nothin' (You ain't took shit)
I'm gettin' thick because I'm eatin', nigga, you ain't did nothin' (Glorilla)
You ain't shit (You ain't shit), nigga, you ain't shit (Bitch)
For playin' with my feelings, nigga, you a bitch (I really'll beat your ass)
You always with your niggas, I think you suckin' dick (Gay-ass ho)
You gon' make me catch a DV for hittin' you in your shit (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit (You ain't shit), you ain't shit (Dog-ass nigga)
Nigga, you ain't shit (Old stupid-ass nigga), you ain't slick (Ugly-ass, dog-ass bitch)
Ho, I think you on some fuck shit every time you outta sight (What?)
If I catch you with a bitch, you better hope that she can fight (You better hope that ho can jab)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit
And I hate you, bitch
I should've never let your goofy ass fuck
And now I'm stuck like a goddamn dummy
But that's fine 'cause I'm here to let you know
That you got me fucked up
Nah, you know what? I'ma just show you, motherfucker
'Cause you don't believe fat meat is greasy
Oh, you think this shit funny, huh?
It'll be funny when I cut your dick off for playin' with me and won't nobody get it
You no-good motherfucker
You make me sick
Old dog-ass nigga
(And keep all that, fuck you mean?)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit (You ain't shit), nigga, you ain't shit (Bitch)
For playin' with my feelings, nigga, you a bitch (I really'll beat your ass)
You always with your niggas, I think you suckin' dick (Gay-ass ho)
You gon' make me catch a DV for hittin' you in your shit (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit (You ain't shit), you ain't shit (Dog-ass nigga)
Nigga, you ain't shit (Old stupid-ass nigga), you ain't slick (Ugly-ass, dog-ass bitch)
Ho, I think you on some fuck shit every time you outta sight (What?)
If I catch you with a bitch, you better hope that she can fight (You better hope that ho can jab)
Fuck nigga, you ain't shit
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