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glorilla - phatnall lyrics

[intro]
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]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n+ggas sad (they sad)
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 (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 1]
don’t go off what that n+gga told you, boo, that n+gga hurt (he f+cked up)
he post about me to this day, but i don’t even lurk (n+gga miss me)
he tried to take a dime for granted, he ain’t see my worth (took an l)
you tryna see the good in him, but he might do you worse (b+tch, run)
sh+t, i act up on a n+gga who ain’t actin’ right (why you do that?)
’cause i’ll be d+mned a n+gga make me lose my appetite (nah, f+ck that)
and all my exes dead to me, i hit they candlelight (wee)
drop one ho and added ten new more, that sh+t some magic, right? (yeah)
and if i ever fall in love again, that n+gga raw (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 f+cked, but what that n+gga bought? (stupid+ass b+tch)

[chorus]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n+ggas sad (they sad)
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 (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]
talkin’ ’bout you don’t eat no p+ssy, man, you n+ggas g+y (eat d+ck)
n+ggas that don’t eat no p+ssy really in the way (move over)
back in the day, i always felt sorry for anna mae
but now i’ll slap the sh+t out of a n+gga he don’t eat the cake (f+ck out of here, lil’ bruh)
hittin’ the gas when i be ridin’ it, i don’t use no brakes (d+mn)
but he just threw that thirty back and now i need a break (god d+mn)
he tryna prove a point to me because i made him wait (for real)
thought that boy was finna slow out, but that sh+t was great (that’s how you feel?)
yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout your bd, man, that n+gga ate (woo)
she be sayin’ that he ain’t sh+t, to me, that n+gga straight (he really cool)
i’m outside, she probably thinkin’ i’ma take her place (i might)
and when she found out it was me, i wish i seen her face (on the gang)

- glorilla lyrics

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