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glorilla & lil durk - ex’s (phatnall remix) lyrics

[intro: glorilla]
glorilla
man, people be mad and people be hurt
don’t be listenin’ to sh+t these folks got to say about me
just come and see what’s up with me
you see, know what i’m sayin’?
like, people be real deal mad
my exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
like, they ain’t got sh+t good to say about me
like, know what i’m sayin’? (kokurcho keeps going)
yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib
[chorus: glorilla & lil durk]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n+ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face bеcause them n+ggas dead (rеst in p+ss)
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b+tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (go, they at the bottom)
money talk but i don’t answer, f+ck collect calls (go, go, go, f+ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b+tches, make they flesh crawl (let’s get it, ooh+wee)
and i say, “f+ck a n+gga,” proudly with my neck tall (f+ck ’em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p+ssy, boy, this fentanyl (smurk, it’s to die for)

[verse 1: lil durk]
all them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked (man, what?)
lyin’ on me to get some views on your page, you mad, sis?
labels try to pay for fake relationships, it’s that rough?
half you hoes be likin’ hoes for real, but we ain’t gon’ cut you off
i been through the mud, i been on my own, i’m rare (i’m rare)
this the first person i cared about, i’m goin’ through phones now (mwah)
booka f+cked both of my old hoes, they f+ckin’ hate me now (ask ’em)
i just start back makin’ love songs, i nda ’em now (can’t trust ’em, let’s get it)
ain’t too rich to f+ck my old hoes, i make ’em pay me now (pay me now)
doodie whisper in my ear, “i want glorilla right now”
then she lied now, i ain’t the dada, b+tch, don’t hide now (weirdo)
ain’t no wi+fi, but elon musk, i got you verified
i’m the type of n+gga spit on her casket at her repass (go, go, tou)
micro mini drac’ come from the closet, look like wee man (go, go)
trench b+tches, they don’t care ’bout lashes, they want ski masks (they want ski masks)
i just talked to shiesty, i got some k!llers round ’em, ask him, yeah (on moe)
this b+tch said her n+gga just started drinkin’, i had to tax ’em (had to tax his ass)
before i had a ‘cat, i had a rat b+tch in a maxima (skrr, skrr, skrr)
i d+mn near f+cked up three relationships, go and ask ’em (go)
i just saved your ass (how?)
you just called dede a rapper, he a k!ller, n+gga
[chorus: glorilla]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n+ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face because them n+ggas dead (rest in p+ss)
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b+tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
money talk but i don’t answer, f+ck collect calls (f+ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b+tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh+wee)
and i say, “f+ck a n+gga,” proudly with my neck tall (f+ck ’em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p+ssy, boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)

[verse 2: glorilla]
don’t go off what that n+gga told you, boo, that n+gga hurtin’ (he f+cked up)
he post about me to this day but i don’t need to lurk (n+gga miss me)
he tried to take a dime for granted, he ain’t seen my work (took a l)
you tryna see the good in him but he might do you worse (b+tch, run)
should i act up on a n+gga who ain’t actin’ right? (why you do that?)
’cause i be d+mned if a n+gga make me lose my appetite (nah, f+ck that)
and now my ex is dead to me, i hit they candle light (lee)
drop one ho and added ten new more, this sh+t some magic, right? (yeah)
and if i ever fall in love again that n+gga rock (he different)
and i can tell if he a peon, let that n+gga talk (just listen)
better not hold no ho for ransom, let that n+gga go (cut him loose)
you braggin’ ’bout how you got four but what that n+gga bought? (stupid+ass n+gga)

[chorus: glorilla]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n+ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face because them n+ggas dead (rest in p+ss)
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b+tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
money talk but i don’t answer, f+ck collect calls (f+ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b+tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh+wee)
and i say, “f+ck a n+gga,” proudly with my neck tall (f+ck ’em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p+ssy, boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)

- glorilla lil durk lyrics

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