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summrs – my glo lyrics

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[intro]
it’s yung bans and y’all better know i’m f-ckin’ with surreal gang!
summrs, haha!

[chorus]
shawty, she diggin’ my swag, shawty, she diggin’ my glo
we gotta get to that bag, baby, let’s get it, let’s go
baby, let’s get it, let’s go, yeah, we gotta get to them rolls
neiman marcus popping tags
n-ggas still goin’ out sad, yeah

[verse 1]
pull up, beamer m6, 210 on the dash
you talkin’ ’bout nonsense if it ain’t about the cash
ain’t worried about a f-ckin’ thot
i’m worried about the bag
hop right up in a lexus, boy, you goin’ out sad yeah you stressin’
stressin’ over a b-tch, i f-cked that lil’ b-tch up in texas
she wanna come see how i live, i swear that this sh-t is a blessing
she wanna come up to the crib, come to the crib and just bless me
baby, let’s try somethin’ new, i’m tryna f-ck you and your bestie
i’m lovin’ the way that you talk, swear that sh-t is so s-xy
i’m holdin’ that glock while i walk, dare a n-gga to come test me
lil’ n-gga say he want beef, boy this b-tch could get messy
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
shawty, she diggin’ my swag, shawty, she diggin’ my glo
we gotta get to that bag, baby, let’s get it, let’s go
baby, let’s get it, let’s go, baby, let’s get it, let’s go

[verse 2]
lil’ n-gga, lil’ bro, what you wearin’?
pull up, that b-tch, yeah, she starin’
hop right out the mclaren
my n-ggas got guns like a terrorist
[?] fresh as f-ck i’m running errands
let’s take a trip to paris
fell in love with the guap, get me married
you ducking smoke, lil’ boy, you a scary
look, x5, let’s ride all night, you ride
let’s get high, baby, you so fly
i wanna f-ck with you my whole life, yeah

[outro]
shawty, she diggin’ my swag, shawty, she diggin’ my glo
we gotta get to that bag, baby, let’s get it, let’s go
baby, let’s get it, let’s go, yeah, we gotta get to them rolls
neiman marcus popping tags
n-ggas still goin’ out sad, yeah
pull up, beamer m6, 210 on the dash
you talkin’ ’bout nonsense if it ain’t about the cash
ain’t worried about a f-ckin’ thot
i’m worried about the bag
hop right up in a lexus, boy, you



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