rajitheone - #glowedup lyrics
[chorus]
glowed up, grew up, d-mn dog, you k!llin’ sh-t (thank you)
i know your mama proud, don’t forget why your doin’ this (don’t forget)
i respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)
and if the feds question you, tell them boys i’m not involved
cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that’s a chain reaction
big booty, p-ssy bred, bad boujee b-tch, another distraction
bring that -ss my way
come on mama break it down
[verse 1]
yeah, i told the hoe i want her bad
michael cop her back
’cause i know she like that sh-t
i told her we could do it in the back
bend it over poppin’ tags
send her back home in the cab
i’m billy jean jackson bad
i moonwalk on tracks like this
i’m james brown, soul train, 1973 on tracks like this
i rarely get a track like this
can i get a’ amen? yuh
i’m the great grandson of soul
i’ma big black pot of gold
i know myself, i’m worth more than you know, oh
switch it up, switch it up
i can get used to this (used to this)
i do what i want, don’t live by the rules
i live like a fugitive (a fugitive)
except for the minor traffic violations
when polo was becoming cool again
i was a hooligan (hooligan)
way, way, way, way back
when i thought i should go to school again, mmm
i don’t live life with regrets (nah)
i pray for those who pay me no mind
now pay me in checks! mmm
i just threw that to my lawyer, to lay up with that, mmm
in my circle we keep it one hunnid
you gotta be straight with that
yeah, yuh, homie i know i done—
[chorus]
glowed up, grew up, d-mn dog, you k!llin’ sh-t (thank you)
i know your mama proud, don’t forget why your doin’ this (don’t forget)
i respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)
and if the feds question you, tell them boys i’m not involved
cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that’s a chain reaction
big booty, p-ssy bred, bad boujee b-tch, another distraction
bring that -ss my way
come on mama break it down
[verse 2]
today i woke up with a purpose
i pray for a perfect day and my old lady in the kitchen
whippin’ up the breakfast, i ate it up like a runnaway slave
’cause i got some places to be
and focused on i’m making that bread, ’cause i gotta eat
never woulda let a broke n-gg- or a woman, come between the money and me, understand what i mean
i’m deep in the cut like a 12 inch blade
i keep one on my side just to keep things safe
who knows if i’ma live to see tomorrow?
father, i give you a lot of praise
the way i’m moving got me feeling like everyday these days is a holiday
i could spot a blessing a mile away
i don’t give these devils the time of day
when my new sh-t drop
i swear you smell the boy from like far, far, far away
i throw a little stank on it (ooh)
then i pour a little drank on it (ahh)
it’s a brand new recipe how i mix it up
i mean these days i gotta switch it up
they like, “yeah, yeah, homie i know you done—”
[chorus]
glowed up, grew up, d-mn dog, you k!llin’ sh-t (thank you)
i know your mama proud, don’t forget why your doin’ this (don’t forget)
i respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)
and if the feds question you, tell them boys i’m not involved
cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that’s a chain reaction
big booty, p-ssy bred, bad boujee b-tch, another distraction
bring that -ss my way
come on mama break it down
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