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letra de can i vent - gloss up & dubba-aa

[intro: gloss up]
(i need to talk to mike laury)
(h-llo? it’s mike laury)
everybody talkin’ ’bout gloss up has been dropped from her label (dubba-aa flexin’)
rapper gloss up and her former manager got into an altercation at the club, okay?
now, with gloss up, she has talent, but again, the label does not know how to market her
i like gloss, but she is the reason why she hasn’t glowed as she should
(this is the sound)
ayy

[verse 1: gloss up]
first off, i wanna thank the man for givin’ me a fair chance
hard to hustle with kids, belt to ass, you hoes don’t stand a chance
rambo, you rich as f-ck, my baby ain’t seent you, help me understand
rayful, you ain’t have a dad, how the f-ck you don’t wanna be a dad?
mama ain’t even see the vision, i’m glad i made it out the trenches
i got both my brothers, cj and fat helped me see it clearly
riri lost her baby same day i had mine, we got the same children
wanna have a bond with you, but you see me as a dollar sign
i wanna speak on what’s-her-name, huh, never mind
we listen, but don’t judge, can i vent to y’all one more time?
stepmama leona, i hope you listen, i need you one more time
daddy always there, every call, answer every time
hate the fact i lost myself, i’m jerrica, not gloss
just because i signed that dotted line don’t mean i ain’t the boss
they forget i ain’t perfect, but i live with all my flaws
labels tryna make another me, yeah, she glitter, but she ain’t gloss
[interlude]
i see if they ask you on love & hip hop to being on baddies, child, please
so, a lot of people had something negative to say about her being on zeus since she is a rapper and here was her response to that

[verse 2: gloss up]
ayy, you hoes got me f-cked up, i’m tryna get a bag, b-tch
still tryna find myself, you hoes on some mad sh-t
krissy dropped who? ain’t drop sh-t but a bag, b-tch
fightin’ don’t make you a baddie, it made me a bag, b-tch
through all the bullsh-t and lies, got me fightin’ with my manager
i’m from memphis, b-tch, the only way i knew to handle her
i ain’t tryna be uptight, how i’ma handle a new manager?
blogs don’t post my music, but they gon’ speak about my drama, though
you don’t see me with a group of b-tches, why? ’cause i don’t trust a ho
you really was my friend, then turned out to be a groupie ho
handlin’ my business, but puttin’ the world up in my business, ho
actin’ like you got hands, use them hands to fight them charges, though
same b-tches from my city, though, a bomb ho, a garbage ho
cousin speakin’ on my name, same name had me in brazil, though
for all the blogs and my fans and my family, ain’t nothin’ else to see
puttin’ it on the table, leave it here, we don’t gotta speak

- gloss up dubba aa

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