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gordo flea - the glo up lyrics

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(chorus)

please don’t hit me up if it ain’t cash involved
every b-tch you see me wit she bad & all
my n-ggas is crazy they don’t have it all
reaching for my sh-t then they gon blast at yall

i glo’d up & turned to gordo flea
now these b-tches in my dm shootin’ threes
i might have her meet me overseas
screaming free my n-gga sl-tty til he free

(verse)

valentino’d down like who heart i’m gon break?
gucci call me up to tell me what is on the way
i be metro boomin through the trap i got the b-ss
love my b-tches boujee i just put em in they place

told my ex don’t ask me how i’m doing, b-tch i’m great
random friday night i might just pull up in the wraith
need a bigger safe cuz i been runnin outta sp-ce
need a bigger closet i been runnin outta sp-ce

every time you see me in the streets i’m fly as h-ll
your b-tch wanna hug me just to smell the ysl
if i wasn’t grinding so d-mn hard i mighta fell
you can’t buy my swag & my ambition not for sale

your b-tch on my d-ck she want a boss you just a follower.. i knew from the way she l!ck her lips she was a swallower .. you could have her back so just relax cuz i just borrowed her .. i might cash a check then cash another just to follow up

(chorus)

please don’t hit me up if it ain’t cash involved
every b-tch you see me wit she bad & all
my n-ggas is crazy they don’t have it all
reaching for my sh-t they probly blast at yall

i glo’d up & turned to gordo flea
got these b-tches in my dm shootin’ threes
i might have her meet me overseas
screaming free my n-gga sl-tty til he free

(verse 2)

new givenchy shades might not wear them sh-ts again
i been f-cked ya b-tch but now i’m try’na get her friend
lately all my b-tches been a nine or been a ten
went & copped the beamer now i’m bout to get the benz

worried bout the money, i ain’t worried bout the fame
go designer shoppin’ & they know me by my name
i keep buying sh-t cuz it help take away the pain
i done wen’t through so much sh-t you mighta went insane

ya n-ggas know me from round the way
i got a new freezer on the way
i got my new eater on the way
she know i don’t even wanna wait

i did the versace robe before you n-ggas thought of it
i can’t split the pot wit these lil b-tches i need all of it
judging by my fit these hoes they think that i just caught a l!ck… you could ask my b-tch i always bought it if i wanted it

(chorus)

please don’t hit me up if it ain’t cash involved
every b-tch you see me wit she bad & all
my n-ggas is crazy they don’t have it all
reaching for my sh-t they probly blast at yall

i glo’d up & turned to gordo flea
got these b-tches in my dm shootin’ threes
i might have her meet me overseas
screaming free my n-gga sl-tty til he free

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