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bouzzie - glow up lyrics

[intro]
bouzzie

[chorus]
shawty was saying that i had a glow up
she’s saying i’m all in my prime
i told this b+tch, “h+ll nah!, you need to grow up”
‘cause she want me paying the fines
stack up the rackies to rack up a million
look at my car and the sh+t got no ceiling b+tch
look at my eyes, i promise i don’t feel sh+t
look at my veins and tell me do you feel it?
look through my lenses, they dior
she want the french tips on her toes
oh, you miss your ex, b+tch?, gotta go
my money dead, not a safe, in a morgue

[verse]
tell them to wake up
tell the venue i ain’t taking paycuts
i line em’ up like a razor
‘causе my chopper giving out fade cuts
my hoe is mad and rеbellious
“oh, you make music?”, i thought that was obvious
she find it funny, i’m not on my laughing sh+t
think i’m the sh+t girl, i don’t need a laxative
don’t need a+
don’t need a+
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
i’m driving fast, now i need me a rover
more like a ‘rari, i’m tryna get over
or maybe a skyline, ‘cause i’m tryna show some
girl, i’m not tec, i don’t promise to show up
she all up on me, she tryna +bleep+ some
she drunk and nasty
f+ck school, i ain’t keeping it classy
but she got good brain like diploma
actually, nevermind, it’s a masters
yeah, she on her knees, not a soldier
but she calling my line when she need me
she riding my sh+t, roller coaster
but her sh+t is more wet n’ wild
drip or drown and i’m causing an ocean
she say i’m pretty, i f+ck with her style
uh, she wanna get in my car
baby, just rev it a little bit
she said she like push to start
pedal to the metal, b+tch, we on some steel sh+t
we didn’t steal it
[chorus]
shawty was saying that i had a glow up
she’s saying i’m all in my prime
i told this b+tch, “h+ll nah!, you need to grow up”
‘cause she want me paying the fines
stack up the rackies to rack up a million
look at my car and the sh+t got no ceiling b+tch
look at my eyes, i promise i don’t feel sh+t
look at my veins and tell me do you feel it?
look through my lenses, they dior
she want the french tips on her toes
oh, you miss your ex, b+tch?, gotta go
my money dead, not a safe, in a morgue

[verse]
she think that i’m handsome
tell your n+gga that he better back up
or that he better come with some backup
‘cause i got this gun, it’s a blaster
i put an 8th in a fanta
this a cullinan wraith, not a phantom
ghost these b+tches like i’m danny phantom
undertaker, my ass is the phenom
aj styles, my sh+t is phenomenal
high school homies saying “z, we been calling ya”
don’t hit my line, dnd, i won’t follow ya
choppa on me, taliban, i’m osamason
lamelo the way that i ball, i’m a 1 of 1
sh+t lil n+gga, i think i’m a prodigy
my haters watching while i fulfill prophecies
bad b+tches from the south
only tens, i see
you my number one problem, second is economy
never been an option, tell me who ahead of me
shawty was god sent, jaw drop remedy
all my girls is gothic
i got enemies, n+ggas wanna envy me
[chorus]
shawty was saying that i had a glow up
she’s saying i’m all in my prime
i told this b+tch, “h+ll nah!, you need to grow up”
‘cause she want me paying the fines
stack up the rackies to rack up a million
look at my car and the sh+t got no ceiling b+tch
look at my eyes, i promise i don’t feel sh+t
look at my veins and tell me do you feel it?
look through my lenses, they dior
she want the french tips on her toes
oh, you miss your ex, b+tch?, gotta go
my money dead, not a safe, in a morgue
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