glorilla - finesse da glo lyrics
[intro]
2’ of em
d.a. got that dope
[verse 1: finesse2x]
i don’t do the friends (don’t call me your friend)
i don’t do the buddies (i am not your buddy)
don’t need you to cook don’t need you to clean
pull up we f+cking (pull up and get out of here, gone)
i pour a fo’ in a peach arizona
i hit her raw and got caught in the moment (oops)
i got her saying she love me
b+tch how you love me and don’t even know me? (yeah)
bought her some maison margiela and now i can f+ck her whenever (whenever i want her)
speed up on the addy
slow it down on the tesla (this a percocet 30)
i’m looking through the bulgari, sorry, but i can tell you ‘flaugin (you cap)
like free black haven, free big larry (they fed), they really was mobbin’ (mobbin’)
f+ck a vouch (f+ck that)
break them fifties out
f+ck a house
hit my man (boom)
all you see is sh+lls jumping out (jumping out)
we the klan (carry nation)
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, kkk (kkk)
if it wasn’t for choppers, man, i probably wouldn’t be here today
[verse 2: glorilla]
get your hoe
and tell her to pipe down with her lil ugly ass
let’s go stack for stack
not body for body with your little “f+ckin” ass
i ain’t bothering n0body
if they throwing shots, you know that i’m busting back (baow, baow, baow)
he thinking he doing something, ’til i turn around and just get to f+cking back
i know you watching
like some pictures since you lurking (ayeee)
raw as h+ll, gotta come see it person (come here)
it’s that leo in me
i don’t want you, i’m just flirting
b+tch we get sh+t done
we not post it but we working (on gang)
[verse 3: finesse2x]
ok, your b+tch want me (don’t it?)
you caught her liking all my pics and you was sick wasn’t it? (huh)
why you keep blowing up my phone?
you want some d+ck don’t it? (i know it)
the way she made her p+ssy squirt i thought she p+ssed on me
godd+mn, yo p+ssy wet
ok i lost the hoe (what happened?)
but knocked two mo’ hoes the same day (two times)
favoritism? (ou)
i treat all hoes the same way (the same way)
say i’m a trick? (never)
hoe a lie ain’t sh+t to tell (tell)
you been selling p+ssy 10 years and you still broke as h+ll (that’s crazy)
[verse 4: glorilla]
the whole clique want me
but tell the store runners move over i want the big homie (get at me)
this p+ssy tight he like the way that lil junk grip on it (this pressure)
aye, this the sh+t that make you wanna leave yo b+tch, don’t it? (i know it) (oo+wee she gon’ be sick)
confidence through the roof (on god)
they say i’m c+cky i just know i’m fine
can’t go for nun, they ass gon’ have me f+cked up every time
say i’m a ho? (say what?)
n+gga just mad cause he ain’t f+cked yet
been in my dms seven years and still ain’t had no luck yet
on the gang
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