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letra de don’t know (remix) - glorilla

he like “we gone see each other today?”
i’m like “where yo hoe at?”
n-gga see me poppin’ sh-t
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 f-ck and around answer
n-gga toxic, he don’t wanna text
he tryna come and see me
f-ck we go from arguin’
to me bussin on his vvs
p-ssy got some knockout
make a n-gga 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 n-gga blew it
til he come and f-ck the brains outta my ass
and get me back stupid
we just f-ck from time to time
in public that’s my young n-gga
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
b-tch i’m gettin ripped tonight
sh-t got me excited
and yeah he got a b-tch
i asked him why he didn’t invite her

(man why you ain’t invite the b-tch mane
i told you the hoe could’ve came
now you got this hoe all on my m-th-f-ckin’ d-ck
whole time i’m still ain’t comin’ off yo m-th-f-ckin’ ass
onna gang!)

way he l!ck me like a cigar
it’s smoke about that n-gga
he callin’ me his rider
but we f-ckin’ in the b-tch car
he thinkin’ that i love em
cuz i say that when we f-ckin’
got that n-gga tryna lock in
i can’t clock in
that’s yo b-tch job
be tellin’ folks he cut me off
his scissors dull as h-ll
and if they sit up and believe his ass
they just as dumb as him
hate when n-ggas be on lame sh-t
tellin’ people that they f-cked me
but i’m the type to put it on my life that yeen ain’t touch me
(on god)
let a n-gga get to playin’ with me
i’m quick to yell out “f-ck em”
go to sleep and get on business the next day
like it wasn’t nothin’
when it come to n-ggas, ima urinal
i take no sh-t
and baby i’m the one
i don’t come second after no b-tch
he know i’m a different b-tch
so i ain’t worried bout his b-tches
and he don’t ask me who i’m f-ckin’
n-gga know it ain’t his business
he ain’t tryna fall in love with me
he know i got them n-ggas
we ‘posed to be in love
so he can’t get me out the picture (pose!)
every time i catch on key to n-gga
ima call em
gotta keep a couple n-ggas in the cut doe
just to fall on
have his face all in my ass
then go in get in b-tches faces
probably why the lookin sh-tty
b-tches know the can’t replace me
onna gang!

- glorilla

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