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letra de tomorrow 2 - glorilla

(cheese, his name is cheese)
they say they don’t f-ck with me (cheese), but i say they can’t f-ck with me
just like the air, i’m everywhere, how you say it’s up with me?

(pop-pop-pop) poppin’ sh-t, you would think i went to school for chiropractin’ (poppin’)
lookin’ good as h-ll today, just sent my n-gga five attachments (look at this)
why did you confront me ’bout a n-gga? man, you b-tches backwards (stupid ass)
they come at me ’bout n-ggas who i don’t even find attractive (ugh)
i don’t know that n-gga, i just seened him on the town before
i can’t be up her face, i took her n-gga down before (nah)
when i lose a n-gga, i just pop out and go find some morе (easy)
soon as i feel like my time get wastеd, then it’s time to go (deuces)
they say they don’t f-ck with me, but i say they can’t f-ck with me (on god)
just like the air, i’m everywhere, how you say it’s up with me (huh?)
them b-tches should’ve stayed down, they could’ve been up with me (too bad)
but all they doin’ is talkin’ down, ’cause they can’t get up with me (lame ass)
my ex f-ckin’ on my old friend, both they ass some f-ckin’ clowns (haha)
thinkin’ that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame ass ho)
he thought he wasn’t gon’ have to stand on sh-t, like he was handicap (thought it was)
make that n-gga stand on that, now his ass can’t stand me now
high as f-ck, i’m lit (yuh), i don’t smoke no swishers (nope)
slidin’ with my gang and nem, look at them like sisters (that’s gang)
these b-tches be lettin’ them go out sad about these n-ggas (ugh)
i don’t wanna hang with them, they don’t handle business (they can’t hang with us)
they be goin’ for anything, but i can’t go for none of that (none of that)
why would i go chase you? if i know you gon’ come runnin’ back (f-ck ’em up)
cut everybody off, lately been feelin’ like the lumberjack (f-ck ’em)
they really got me f-cked up, and i wasn’t goin’ for none of that (none of that)
she the type, the n-gga make her mad she go tweet somethin’ (ugh)
me, i’m kinda ratchet still so i’m the type to beat somethin’ (beat ’em up)
i can’t love you, baby, like your b-tch do, so don’t leave her (keep that bih’)
he gon’ choose her every time ’cause it’s cheaper to keep her (hahaha)

can’t say your name up in my songs, might not f-ck with you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f-ck tomorrow (that’s just me)
ain’t f-cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f-ck tomorrow (duh)
every day the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrow

ridin’ with my twin and nem (skrr), and we all on [?] (gang)
she say she my opp but i don’t know her, had to look her up (f-ck is you?)
i know that i’m rich but i can’t help it, b-tch, i’m hood as f-ck (woo)
i’ve been on these b-tches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (agh)
i can’t put you in my business (no), you might wish me dead tomorrow (yeah)
b-tches be on d-ck today, sing every word of opp tomorrow (go)
b-tch, i still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (shh)
play with me today then get some sleep, you know it’s up tomorrow (woo)
fake b-tch, that’s why my friend f-cked on your n-gga (uh-huh)
both you b-tches p-ssy, i think y’all should scissor (ah-ah-ah)
she bought a chain, i bought the same one even bigger (b-tch is bigger)
she throwin’ shots, that’s how i know i got her triggered (ah)
i don’t speak dog, ho (woof), i don’t care what no b-tch say (no)
i stay on her mind, i got condos in that b-tch head (ah)
she say she don’t f-ck with me (who?), who said that you can, ho? (no)
that n-gga a munch and he gon’ eat me like a mango
long ass sweep, it be ticklin’ my ass crack (yeah)
wonder what i’ll do tomorrow that these hoes will be mad at (huh)
all y’all b-tches sweet, and i always get my l!ck back (back)
i, i fought for my b-tches and i’m fightin’ over d-ck too

can’t say your name up in my songs, might not f-ck with you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f-ck tomorrow
ain’t f-cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f-ck tomorrow (duh)
every day the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrow
can’t say your name up in my songs, might not f-ck with you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f-ck tomorrow (that’s just me)
ain’t f-cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f-ck tomorrow (duh)
every day the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrows

- glorilla

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