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gloss up - pussycat lyrics

[intro]
ayy (ayy, v, line ’em up), look

[chorus]
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (you can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (uh+uh, what?)
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (mm+mm, what?)
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (no what?)
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (mm+mm, you can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (mm+mm), ayy
[verse 1]
break his lil’ pockets then i’m breaking bad (outta there)
gloss up’ll boss up, i’m in my coach bag (i am)
big ass titties and this my real ass (real ass)
ain’t about money, it don’t make me mad (mm+mm)
body like goddess, i dropped outta college
i signed to qc, now they pay me to party (qc)
i f+ck with young dolph, but grew up on gotti
i just talked to coach, now my foundation solid (on god)
it ain’t no party ‘less we in the party
i’m steppin’ on b+tches and don’t tell ’em sorry (excuse me)
message from p, i can’t give em the tea
i been poppin’ my sh+t, now i’m your favorite artist (hm)
glossy gon’ duck ’em and break ’em and pluck ’em
he cheated on you ’cause your p+ssy some garbage (trash)
i’ll race a n+gga ‘fore i chase a n+gga (on god)
i want that cap ’cause these n+ggas be flodgin’ (the f+ck?)

[chorus]
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (you can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (mm+mm, what?)
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (mm+mm, what?)
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (no what?)
take your lil’ n+gga, can’t get him back (mm+mm, you can’t)
broke n+ggas don’t get no p+ssycat (mm+mm), ayy
[verse 2]
i’m rockin’ coach, but i do not fly coach (i don’t, what?)
don’t f+ck with rappers ’cause they do the most (on god)
straight out of memphis, i give b+tches hope
i’ll make a toast before i make a post (on god)
i’m siting pretty, forever my mood (pretty)
teachin’ these b+tches, i take ’em to school
you want my number, then send me some cash (okay)
if it’s enough, i might send him some nudes (mhm)

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