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glorilla - don't know (gloridaz bonus) lyrics

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he like, “we gon′ see each other today?” i’m like, “where your ho at?” (where your ho at?)
n+gga see me poppin′ sh+t and now he want his ho back (it’s too late now)
got his name saved in my phone as “don’t answer,” ayy (ayy, ayy)

but if i′m drunk enough, i might just f+ck around and answer (ayy, let me see that phone)

n+gga toxic, he don′t wanna text, he tryna come and see me (god)
how the f+ck we go from arguin’ to me bustin′ on his vvs? (what the f+ck?)
p+ssy got some knockout, make a n+gga catch a dv (bah, bah)
made his ass an ex, he was about to be my bd
(thank you for calling planned parenthood)

i be like, “i’m done with him, this time, that n+gga blew it” (on god, i′m done)
’til he come and f+ck the brains outta my ass and get me back stupid (i love him)
we just f+ck from time to time, in public, that′s my young n+gga
he say i’m a player, he know i’m just havin′ fun with ′em (none of that sh+t serious)

nah, he say i’m a dirt bike, i get nasty when i ride it, uh
told him eat the cake like anna mae, he better not bite it, ayy (eat the cake)
b+tch, i′m gettin’ ripped tonight, sh+t got me excited (on gang)
and yeah, he got a b+tch, i asked him why he didn′t invite her

man, why you ain’t, didn′t invite the b+tch, man?
i told you the ho could’ve came, man
i got this ho all on my motherf+ckin’ d+ck
whole time, i′m still ain′t comin’ off your motherf+ckin′ ass, on the gang

way he l!ck me like a cigar, it’s smoke about that n+gga (on the gang)
he callin′ me his rider, but we f+ckin’ in the b+tch car (n+gga f+cked up)
he thinkin′ that i love him ’cause i say that when we f+ckin’
got that n+gga tryna lock in, i can′t clock in, that′s your b+tch job (just the ho job)

be tellin’ folks he cut me off, his scissors dull as h+ll (what?)
and if they sit up and believe his ass, they just as dumb as him (stupid+ass n+ggas)
hate when n+ggas be on lame sh+t, tellin′ people that they f+cked me (lame+ass n+gga)
but i’m the type to put it on my life that you ain′t touch me (swear to god)

let a n+gga get to playin’ with me, i′m quick to yell out f+ck him
go to sleep and get on business the next day like it wasn’t nothin’, ayy (it wasn′t sh+t)
when it come to n+ggas, i′m a urinal, i take no sh+t
and, baby, i’m the one, i don′t come second after no b+tch (swear to god)

he know i’m a different b+tch, so i ain′t worried ’bout his b+tches (nah)
and he don′t ask me who i’m f+ckin’, n+gga know it ain′t his business (shh)
he ain′t tryna fall in love with me, he know i got them n+ggas (glorilla, b+tch)
we ‘posed to be in love, so he can′t get me out the picture (pose)

every time i get drunk, he the n+gga i’ma call on
gotta keep a couple n+ggas in the cut, though, just to fall on
have his face all in my ass, then go and get in b+tches′ faces (ugh)
probably why they lookin’ sh+tty, b+tches know they can′t replace me

on the gang

- glorilla lyrics

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