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letra de common denominator - gloss up

[intro: gloss up & glorilla]
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yeah
they said (glorilla)
common denominator (yeah)
letter to the motherf-ckin’ opps

[verse 1: gloss up]
don’t it be funny, old friends be tryna link with the opps? (yeah)
but it’s cool ’cause when i see you, all you hoes gettin’ dropped
ho, watch your mouth about that n-gga, he the one give me drops (b-tch)
i had a friend for all you hoes, n-gga, i took that spot
if i seen me with your n-gga, yeah, i’d be mad too
posted him up on my ‘gram, yeah, that’s my lil’ boo
say he ain’t never had a thick b-tch, darkskin pretty b-tch
you try me if you wanna and you not gon’ see the end of it
[verse 2: glorilla]
these b-tches know i’m hot, that’s why they always tryna blow a b-tch (on god)
they talk about mе daily, but i act like i don’t know a b-tch (facts)
won’t play about my whoadies and you gotta know they know that sh-t
might just build an ark for all my dogs, somеthin’ like noah did (gang)
pop sh-t on the daily ’cause i know them hoes be watchin’ (i know they watchin’)
you know you got ’em pressed when they be talkin’ from the blocked list (mad ass)
like a kid, i do some simple sh-t and tell ’em, “watch this” (look at me)
me and gloss still goin’ strong, you thought we was gon’ stop, b-tch? (huh?)

[verse 3: gloss up]
ayy, for you hoes in the back, i mean the blocked list
ho, you gon’ need more than a diss to come and knock this (come with it)
all the sh-t you droppin’, swear to god that sh-t is floppin’
b-tch, you mad ’cause i been poppin’, in your group chats and topics (yeah)

[verse 4: glorilla]
they say they can’t see us nowhere or whatever they was talkin’ ’bout (the f-ck?)
i put this on my daddy, ever since then, we been poppin’ out (on my daddy)
all the hoes that hate me linkin’ up, i got ’em oppin’ out (opp ass)
they all workin’ together, i’m the boss, i got ’em clockin’ out

[verse 5: gloss up]
ayy, somebody come and caption this (somebody)
b-tch, i’m with my bestie at the bank and we hittin’ l!cks (we hittin’ l!cks)
just ’cause we don’t post it, b-tch, don’t think that we ain’t got it (don’t think it)
thought she ain’t had a route, showed you hoes, now y’all solid, ooh (what you say?)
[verse 6: glorilla]
where they get they info from? talkin’ ’bout i’m a weak b-tch
you talkin’ gangster now, but back in school, you was a geek, b-tch (the f-ck?)
gloss can hit my line for sure whenever that she need sh-t (facts)
yeah, i might be young, but i ain’t never had no beat b-tch (nah)

[verse 7: gloss up]
swear that she a stylist, doin’ sixty-dollar laces (ooh)
i see you hoes’ laces like i see them b-tches hatin’
i hear you hoes talkin’, never seent you b-tches’ faces (never)

[verse 8: glorilla]
keep one in the head, give a f-ck about no safety (fah, fah)
they gon’ do what to who? sh-t, i go everywhere, it’s so safety (on god)
makin’ b-tches mad, sh-t, i do that on the daily (i love it)
ain’t sh-t i love more than makin’ b-tches hate me (ooh)

[outro: gloss up & glorilla]
yeah, you hoes got me and my best friend f-cked up
you hoes need to stop motherf-ckin’ playin’
they gotta know that
i can f-ck you hoes with this n-gga and you hoes ain’t still ain’t f-ckin’ with me
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? ayy, what we say? ayy
we be everywhere they say they is, but still ain’t seen them hoes
ho, we everywhere, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
ayy, y’all gotta know y’all got us f-cked up
and all you hoes linkin’ up, y’all ain’t sh-t but some motherf-ckin’ common denominators, ho
yeah
yeah, hoo, hoo
go best friend, go best friend
oh, yeah, that my bestie
hoes mad, haha

- gloss up

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