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letra de phatnall (original) - glorilla

glorilla
man, people be mad and people be hurt
don′t be listenin’ to sh-t these folks got to say about me

just come and see what′s up with me
you see, know what i’m sayin’?
like, people be real deal mad
my exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
like, they ain′t got sh-t good to say about me
like, you know what i′m sayin’?
hahaha
yeah, turn me up when you do the adlibs

don′t tell me nothin’ ′bout my exes
man, dem n-ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face
because them n-ggas dead (rest in p-ss)
don′t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends
man, them b-tches mad (they cut off)
if you don′t see them with me now
then you know where they at (at the bottom)
money talk, but i don′t answer
for collect calls (f-ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b-tches
make they flesh crawl (oh-wee)
and i say, “f-ck a n-gga”
proudly with my neck tall (f-ck ′em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p-ssy
boy, this fentanyl (it′s to die for)

don’t go off what the n-gga told you
boo, that n-gga hurt (he f-cked up)
he post about me to this day
but i don′t even lurk (n-gga miss me)
he tried to take a dime for granted
he ain’t see my worth (took an l)

you tryna see the good in him
but he might do you worse (b-tch, run)
sh-t, i act up on a n-gga who ain’t actin′ right
(why you do that?)
′cause i’ll be d-mned a n-gga make me lose my appetite
(nah, f-ck that)
and all my exes dead to me
i hit they candlelight (liit)
drop one ho and added ten new more
that sh-t some magic, right? (yeah)

and if i ever fall in love again
that n-gga raw (he different)
and i can tell if he a peon
let that n-gga talk (just listen)
better not hold no ho for ransom
let that n-gga go (cut him loose)
you braggin′ ’bout how you got f-cked
but what that n-gga bought? (stupid-ass b-tch)

don′t tell me nothin’ ′bout my exes
man, dem n-ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face
because them n-ggas dead (rest in p-ss)
don’t tell me nothin′ ′bout my old friends
man, them b-tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now
then you know where they at (at the bottom)
money talk, but i don′t answer
for collect calls (f-ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b-tches
make they flesh crawl (oh-wee)
and i say, “f-ck a n-gga”
proudly with my neck tall (f-ck ′em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p-ssy
boy, this fentanyl (it′s to die for)

talkin’ ’bout you don′t eat no p-ssy
man, you n-ggas g-y (eat d-ck)
n-ggas that don′t eat no p-ssy really in the way
(move over)
back in the day, i always felt sorry for anna mae
but now i’ll slap the sh-t out of a n-gga he don′t eat the cake
(f-ck out of here, lil’ bruh)

hittin′ the gas when i be ridin’ it
i don′t use no brakes (d-mn)
but he just threw that thirty back
and now i need a break (god d-mn)
he tryna prove a point to me
because i made him wait (for real)
thought that boy was finna slow out
but that sh-t was great (that’s how you feel?)
yeah, i’m talkin′ ′bout your bd
man, that n-gga ate (woo)

she be sayin’ that he ain′t sh-t, to me
that n-gga straight (he really cool)
i’m outside, she probably thinkin′ i’ma take her place
(i might)
and when she found out it was me
i wish i seen her face (on the gang)

don′t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes
man, dem n-ggas sad (they sick)
might get ′em tatted on my face
because them n-ggas dead (rest in p-ss)
don′t tell me nothin’ ′bout my old friends
man, them b-tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now
then you know where they at (at the bottom)
money talk, but i don′t answer
for collect calls (f-ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b-tches
make they flesh crawl (oh-wee)
and i say, “f-ck a n-gga”
proudly with my neck tall (f-ck ′em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p-ssy
boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)

- glorilla

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