Hip-Hop/Rap
Finesse Da Glo (feat. Finesse2Tymes)
by GloRilla
Release Date:
2024-04-05
Lyrics
Two of 'em
d.a. got that d**e
I don't do the friend
Don't call me your friend
I don't do the buddy
I am not your buddy
Don't need you to cook don't need you to clean
Pull up we *******
Pull up and get out of here gone
I pour a four in a peach Arizona
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment
Oops
I got her saying she love me
***** how you love me and don't even know me
Ah
Bought her some Maison Margiela
And now I can **** her whenever
Whenever I want her
Speed up on the Addy slow it down on the Tesla
This a Percocet 30
I'm looking through the Bulgari
Sorry but I can tell you 'flaging
You cap
Like free Black Haven free Big Larry
They fed
They really was mobbing
Mob
**** a vouch
**** that
Break them fifties out **** a house
Hit my man
Boom
All you see is shells jumping out
Jumping out
We the Klan
Aryan Nation
I don't **** with niggas KKK
KKK
If it wasn't for choppers man
I probably wouldn't be here today
Get your ho and tell her to pipe down with her lil' ugly a*s
Let's go stack for stack
Not body for body with your little ******* a*s
I ain't botherin' nobody
If they throwin' shots you know that I'm busting back
Baow baow baow
He thinking he doing somethin' 'til I turn around
Then just get to ******* back
I know you watchin' like some pictures since you lurkin'
Ayy
Raw as hell gotta come see it person
Come here
It's that Leo in me I don't want you I'm just flirtin'
***** we get **** done
We might not post it but we workin'
On gang
Okay your ***** want me
Don't it
You caught her likin' all my pics and you was sick wasn't it
Huh
Why you keep blowin' up my phone
You want some d**k don't it
I know it
The way she made her p***y squirt
I thought she pissed on me goddamn your p***y wet
Okay I lost the ho
What happened
But knocked two more h*es the same day
Two times
Favoritism
Ooh
I treat all h*es the same way
The same way
Say I'm a trick
Never
Ho a lie ain't **** to tell
Tell
You been selling p***y ten years and you still broke as hell
That's crazy
Your whole clique want me
I stamp it
But tell the store runners move over I want the big homie
Get at me
This p***y tight he like the way that lil' joint grip on it
This pressure
Ayy this the **** that make you wanna leave your ***** don't it
I know it ooh-wee she gon' be sick
Confidence through the roof
On God
They say I'm cocky I just know I'm fine
Can't go for nothin'
Nathan
They a*s gon' have me ****** up every time
Say I'm a ho
Say what
Nigga just mad 'cause he ain't **** yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet
On gang
