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lirik lagu gliss – tmwyw

[verse 1: pizzle]
yeah
ride with a n-gga, get high with a n-gga
you rockin’ with the best
smoke good and backwoods
we’ll keep rollin’ till there ain’t nothin’ left
in the hood when you catch me leanin’
california dreamin’, got that money on my mind
and for that these hoes be schemin’, but you know that
hope you ain’t one of those though; one of those hoes, tricking
post different pictures on instagram hashtag ‘we winning’
f-ck it, you kiddin’
look, you just another body, an overrated body
just another notch on my belt, this start to become a hobby
hold up
lemme get back to this trill
lemme get back to the real
let the shots pour, and that’s round four
and i’m kickin’ that gain and she fell
no, i can’t lose, i’m a sure shot
i’m like stephen curry with an open three
in other words i’m a guarantee
so baby girl come and ride with a g

[chorus]
b-baby, tell me what do you want from me
i’m just stackin’, trynna live comfortably
wanna come to my world girl, i’ll let you see
i’ll let you see
i’ll let you see, yeah
baby tell me what do you want
tell me what do you want
tell me what do you want from me
wanna come to my world girl, i’ll let you see
i’ll let you see
we ridin’ with the top down, smoking loud
gettin’ faded with the top down, smoking loud
gettin’ faded with the top down, smoking loud
gettin’ faded

[verse 2: taylor j]
so many n-ggas, wanna put you in the lead with a ring
but oh no, no, not me
sh-t please, i can’t compete
cause i got so many b-tches
but if we drop yours, i might
drop all of mine tonight
and pull up on you hoping that they hit right
don’t ask for the weed, i’mma p-ss it
and that -ss play wit’ me i’mma grab it
call me taylor or call me daddy
girl you’ll never be a b-st-rd
i shoot my gain then i stab it
leave a crime scene on the mattress
the ex-n-gga lyin’ like i’m in panic
as i pan side to side in the panties
girl that p-ssy antique
either you ain’t f-ckin’ or hittin’ that -ss
but f-ck it’s an orgy baby
text me or call me baby, don’t hit my dm
i’ll be too high
f-ck around, won’t see it till the morning baby
what she want from me
is it cause of gold glitch
or it cause i’m a cool male walking like pizzle
ride with my new b-tch and my new pistol

[verse 3: gliss]
ok red up in my cup
i’ve been sippin’ on sand man
yellow bricks is that wizard of oz
no lies, all my sh-t been on tan man
i like girls be pretty without makeup
when that cup size like a bad grade
i might go down if that p-ssy clean
but i won’t eat the cake, i’m like anime
i took to canidating to handling
moves i had already
multiple dollars i got no time
to be pan handling
that panamera mirror, all black
anakin manikin
tell these n-ggas i’m panicin’
go to the manikin’
i’m on a roll
tell the money never made one stop
(tell the money never made one stop)
throughin’ in the towel
i got to give in the box
n-ggas got deported, got to meet them at the dock
i got ample
tell them to amplify them grammys sp-ce
cause n-ggas ain’t really rappin’ these days
man, these strippers love me, they comin’ back for me
all these blankets make it over the balcony
b-tches learn to make sh-t more than it has to be
got me reallin’ up in the drop top girl
wing got to drop i don’t got a box no more
show you what my life is like, keep it on the low low
yeah

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