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Glorilla — Don’t Know (Remix)
Artist: → Glorilla
Glorilla — Don’t Know (Remix) — lyrics
He like “we gone see each other today?”
I’m like “where yo hoe at?”
Nigga see me poppin’ shit
And now he want his hoe back
Got his name saved in my phone as “DON’T ANSWER”, aye
But if I’m drunk enough I might just fuck and around answer
Nigga toxic, he don’t wanna text
He tryna come and see me
Fuck we go from arguin’
To me bussin on his VVs
Pussy got some knockout
Make a nigga catch a DV
Made his ass an ex
He was about to be my BD
(Thank you for calling planned parenthood…)
I be like I’m done with him
This time the nigga blew it
Til he come and fuck the brains outta my ass
And get me back stupid
We just fuck from time to time
In public that’s my young nigga
He said I’m a player
He know I’m just havin’ fun wit em
Nah, he said I’m a dirt bike
I get nasty when I ride it, uhh
Told him eat the cake like Anna Mae
He bet not bite it
Bitch I’m gettin ripped tonight
Shit got me excited
And yeah he got a bitch
I asked him why he didn’t invite her
(Man why you ain’t invite the bitch mane
I told you the hoe could’ve came
Now you got this hoe all on my muthafuckin’ dick
Whole time I’m still ain’t comin’ off yo muthafuckin’ ass
Onna gang!)
Way he lick me like a cigar
It’s smoke about that nigga
He callin’ me his rider
But we fuckin’ in the bitch car
He thinkin’ that I love em
Cuz I say that when we fuckin’
Got that nigga tryna lock in
I can’t clock in
That’s yo bitch job
Be tellin’ folks he cut me off
His scissors dull as hell
And if they sit up and believe his ass
They just as dumb as him
Hate when niggas be on lame shit
Tellin’ people that they fucked me
But I’m the type to put it on my life that yeen ain’t touch me
(On God)
Let a nigga get to playin’ with me
I’m quick to yell out “fuck em”
Go to sleep and get on business the next day
Like it wasn’t nothin’
When it come to niggas, ima urinal
I take no shit
And baby I’m the one
I don’t come second after no bitch
He know I’m a different bitch
So I ain’t worried bout his bitches
And he don’t ask me who I’m fuckin’
Nigga know it ain’t his business
He ain’t tryna fall in love with me
He know I got them niggas
We ‘posed to be in love
So he can’t get me out the picture (Pose!)
Every time I catch on key to nigga
Ima call em
Gotta keep a couple niggas in the cut doe
Just to fall on
Have his face all in my ass
Then go in get in bitches faces
Probably why the lookin shitty
Bitches know the can’t replace me
Onna gang!
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