Glorilla (100, and my music so damn electric)
On the gang
Ridin', bumpin' gangster music
Back when I had the Buick
Back when I worked at Checkers
Prayin' I make it through it
Still be wit' my same bitches
Fast forward, we lane switchin'
Me and Gotti solid, the same vision, the same mission
Roll up by the pound now, poppin' out in yo' town now
Be humble when you up 'cause that cocky shit take you down there
Go hard and put my bitches on, that's all I'm on, that's all I want
But some shit I just don't condone
That sucka shit ain't in my bones (on gang)
Money, I speak it fluent, hundreds on me the bluest
Diamonds on me the clearest
Don't play with me, I'm TI serious
Damn, Glo, you global now
Damn, ho, you notice now?
Police pulled me over, caught me slippin', but I'm sober now
Shit feel like a dream, I'm overseas with the team, huh
Finishin' my album, I'm sippin' Bahama breeze
It's just me, myself, and I
Hold my head up to the sky
Yeah, I make mistakes, but don't nothin' beat a failure but a try
On the gang, gang, gang
Y'all made me feel real crazy
And I want y'all to know that
So I came back with a, with a vengeance, you feel me?
But you know, I love criticism
You know what I'm sayin', learn from your mistakes and you do better
I'm really here to tell y'all I'm on that, I'm back on that
I'm never getting off of that, you feel me?
It's always gonna be what it is
At the end of the motherf*ckin' day, the day gonna motherf*ckin' end
On the gang
Glorilla - Glorious Album Lyrics
Glorilla - Glorious Lyrics
(Featuring Latto, Sexyy Red, Muni Long, Kirk Franklin, Chandler Moore, Kierra Sheard, Maverick City Music, Megan Thee Stallion, BossMan Dlow, T-Pain, Fridayy)
Writer: Gloria Woods, Morris Jones, Kevin Andre Price, Julius Rivera III, Jaucquez Lowe, Egor Chupin, Darryl Clemons, Quinton L. Cook, Timothy Bradley Mckibbins, Vadim Vladimirovich Rogozhin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hollon
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a f*ck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I dispute the charges (on gang)
Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance after chance, nigga, no (uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (pressure)
Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (no)
I stand out, bitch, I'm special (ayy)
I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (on God)
You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (messy)
Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (ho)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (on gang)
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (f*ck you, man)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-something ones in this f*ckin' club (huh, whoa)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)
These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (on gang)
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a f*ck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I dispute the charges (on gang)
Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance after chance, nigga, no (uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (pressure)
Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (no)
I stand out, bitch, I'm special (ayy)
I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (on God)
You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (messy)
Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (ho)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (on gang)
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (f*ck you, man)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-something ones in this f*ckin' club (huh, whoa)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)
These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (on gang)
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Writer: Aaron Bolton, Anthony Platt, Donald Jenkins, Edgar Ferrera, Gloria Woods, Howard Simmons, Isaac De Boni, Korey Roberson, Maurice Gleaton, Michael Mule, Montay Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
PROCEDURE
[ Featuring Latto ]
Glorilla
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room?
Huh, bitch-ass nigga? (What's the f*ckin' procedure)
(Let's go, Mario)
I told that nigga I need the world, the sun and the moon (moon)
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room? (Huh?)
The type of bitch that make a nigga wanna jump the broom (woo)
He hit it once and got to tweakin' like he on some shrooms (he on)
Bitch, I'm big mama, but ain't none these niggas worth my womb
This nigga tryna get me pregnant, I need to tie my tubes (on God)
Y'all f*ckin' up the game, this nigga tryna buy me food (f*ck)
He wanna see that pussy cream, I told him, "Cash rules" (on gang)
Bad bitch season, givin' hoes motivation, I'm the reason (yup)
Ho talkin' 'bout she wanna meet up, told her meet me at the Regions (bitch)
Nigga probably got blue balls, I don't let him f*ck, just tease him (tease him)
Get him out his money, I won't even let him eat it (ugh)
Fakin' like you sippin' drank, you niggas sippin' NyQuil
Only time a nigga got power over me, he payin' the light bill
Told myself I was done f*ckin' with this nigga, but I might still
G-lock in my purse, I hope a ho don't think I'll fight still (the f*ck?)
Hardest out, I'm stampin' that, none these hoes can f*ck with me (no)
Try to bump this bitch music, but bitches really suck to me (no cap)
Boss my own self up, can't none these niggas say they f*cked with me
If music ain't work out for me, I'd still be somewhere hustlin' (hoo)
Facts, I'd probably get rich off of frauds
Just a month before I blew up, me and Teezy was swipin' cards
Why would I chase a nigga when niggas beggin' to get next to me? (The f*ck?)
Blow a nigga up for what? This nigga triple-textin' me
I told that nigga I need the world, the sun and the moon (moon)
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room? (Huh?)
The type of bitch that make a nigga wanna jump the broom (woo)
He hit it once and got to tweakin' like he on some shrooms (he on)
Bitch, I'm big mama, but ain't none these niggas worth my womb
This nigga tryna get me pregnant, I need to tie my tubes (on God)
Y'all f*ckin' up the game, this nigga tryna buy me food (f*ck)
He wanna see that pussy cream, I told him, "Cash rules" (yeah, yeah, yeah, on gang)
I wanna show you where to shoot, I wanna lick the gooch (bah)
Like, good boys ain't no fun, I wanna f*ck the swoop (woo)
I want these hoes to be for real, I tried to see it through
But bitches ain't got shit to steal, like, f*ck I want from you? (What the f*ck?)
Talkin' 'bout takin' spots, Caresha please, yeah (what?)
They call me big mama, bend a bitch over my knees, yeah
Y'all gon' call it beef, but we all know I'm just a threat
I see why these hoes upset and I see why they man obsessed
This shit with mimi like I'm me, face matchin' the physique
Bitches hatin' and I peep, gotta clique up just to speak
Pussy, get that off your chest, I just bulletproofed the 'Vette
That one right there was for my brother
Bitch, I'm gettin' Lambs for Christmas, you ain't gettin' lamb for supper (skrrt)
I told that nigga I need the world, the sun and the moon (moon)
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room? (Huh?)
The type of bitch that make a nigga wanna jump the broom (woo)
He hit it once and got to tweakin' like he on some shrooms (he on)
Bitch, I'm big mama, but ain't none these niggas worth my womb
This nigga tryna get me pregnant, I need to tie my tubes (on God)
Y'all f*ckin' up the game, this nigga tryna buy me food (what the f*ck?)
He wanna see that pussy cream, I told him, "Cash rules" (on gang, brrt)
Writer: Gloria Woods, Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Jonathan Demario Priester
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
TGIF
Glorilla
On gang, gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Chaii's hard)
Ayy
It's seven PM Friday (yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These niggas love a freak (huh)
How the f*ck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me (the f*ck? Ayy)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo right here with me (ayy, uh)
Off a fifth of Hen', gettin' f*cked up with my twin
Got a Backwood full of za and a bankroll full of bands
All that-, all that Twitter typin'
Bitches see me and ain't do nothin' (weak ass)
Crop top with some biker shorts
I'm showin' off my moose knuckle (woo)
I'm feelin' good today (yeah)
I'm outside with your bae (uh-huh)
Got a brown skin nigga with dreads (okay)
And a black-ass nigga with waves (let's go, ayy)
He gon' drop that neck (ayy)
He love the way I sex (ayy)
Fake nails, bitches pressed (ayy)
So high I damn near wrecked (ayy)
I keep that pussy fresh (ayy)
Yeezy shirt, I'm wet (ayy)
Who want smoke? Say what? (Ayy)
Ho, get that off your chest (the f*ck?)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)
It's seven PM Friday (yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These niggas love a freak (huh)
How the f*ck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me? (Ugh)
Friday night, hot as hell, and you know the hoes out (where they at?)
Mani-pedi, fresh set and I got my toes out
I'm rockin' Off-White (hey), on a off night (uh-huh)
These bitches with me pretty (yeah) and they all can fight, yeah (ayy)
F*ck you mean? Forty inches, six thirteen (hey)
I'm lookin' fine as hell (whoa), I'm tryna be seen (duh)
I'm finna wreck the scene (huh), I'm off the 17 (hey)
Turnt up with my nigga'nem, watch me do my- (ah, ah)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blick (ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)
It's seven PM Friday (yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These niggas love a freak (www)
How the f*ck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me?
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh
On gang, gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Chaii's hard)
Ayy
It's seven PM Friday (yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These niggas love a freak (huh)
How the f*ck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me (the f*ck? Ayy)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo right here with me (ayy, uh)
Off a fifth of Hen', gettin' f*cked up with my twin
Got a Backwood full of za and a bankroll full of bands
All that-, all that Twitter typin'
Bitches see me and ain't do nothin' (weak ass)
Crop top with some biker shorts
I'm showin' off my moose knuckle (woo)
I'm feelin' good today (yeah)
I'm outside with your bae (uh-huh)
Got a brown skin nigga with dreads (okay)
And a black-ass nigga with waves (let's go, ayy)
He gon' drop that neck (ayy)
He love the way I sex (ayy)
Fake nails, bitches pressed (ayy)
So high I damn near wrecked (ayy)
I keep that pussy fresh (ayy)
Yeezy shirt, I'm wet (ayy)
Who want smoke? Say what? (Ayy)
Ho, get that off your chest (the f*ck?)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)
It's seven PM Friday (yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These niggas love a freak (huh)
How the f*ck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me? (Ugh)
Friday night, hot as hell, and you know the hoes out (where they at?)
Mani-pedi, fresh set and I got my toes out
I'm rockin' Off-White (hey), on a off night (uh-huh)
These bitches with me pretty (yeah) and they all can fight, yeah (ayy)
F*ck you mean? Forty inches, six thirteen (hey)
I'm lookin' fine as hell (whoa), I'm tryna be seen (duh)
I'm finna wreck the scene (huh), I'm off the 17 (hey)
Turnt up with my nigga'nem, watch me do my- (ah, ah)
Turnt up with my niggas (ayy)
Turnt up with my bitches (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah
Cuzzo got that blick (ayy)
Sixty thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)
It's seven PM Friday (yup)
It's ninety-five degrees (woo)
I ain't got no nigga
And no nigga ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These niggas love a freak (www)
How the f*ck is that your man? (Huh)
If he right here with me?
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh
Writer: Dillon Brophy, Gloria Woods, Jess Jackson, Jorge M. Taveras, Lucas Alegria, Mario Mims, Yakki Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
WHATCHU KNO ABOUT ME
[ Featuring Sexyy Red ]
Glorilla
It's Glo the motherf*ckin' P, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on (AC, turn that heat up, nigga)
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) on gang, gang
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) on gang, gang
Bitch, I'm from Memphis, what you know about me?
Big G-L-O in that GLE (ugh, ugh)
Fifty thousand, new Chanel shopping spree
And every time I pop it out, you know I A-T-E (ayy, ayy)
I'm that bitch, ho, get like me
You know it's YWR, big CMG (wipe me down)
Small niggas, tall niggas, long paper, no small figures
Fifty bitches, all pretty, and we all litty (on gang)
I'm wearin' booty shots (bow) 'cause my paper long (on God)
It's a Friday night (what's up?), My nigga ain't at home (let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (uh-huh) 'cause I don't drink alone (hell no)
I'm outside again (let's get it) 'cause bitch I hate at home (the f*ck?)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
On God
S-E-X-Y-Y-R-E-D
You play with me, I put a pole in your teeth (grrr, bow)
I-i-i'm with my peoples, and we comin' fifty deep
Ye ain't know I was a hitta 'cause I'm always lookin' fleek (ah, ah)
C-c-cash out new ball, AMG
Outside bubble gum with some bloody red seat (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Vroom
I-i like rachet bitches twerkin' to the beat (yeah)
If you hear this song playin', shake that ass for Glo and me (bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'm wearin' booty shots (bow) 'cause my paper long (on God)
It's a Friday night (what's up?), My nigga ain't at home (let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (uh-huh) 'cause I don't drink alone (hell no)
I'm outside again (let's get it) 'cause bitch I hate at home (the f*ck?)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Coochie drive 'em crazy, CDC
He a dog for the pussy, and you know I got the treat
Private entry through the club, f*ck a fee
A bitch play with gang tonight, her face going on a tee (buh, buh)
Bad bitch, you know I'm thick as Coachella
You won't never catch me slippin', I ain't no f*ckin' Cinderella, stupid bitch
Glo the P, and the P stand for poppin'
Neck on faucet, do my dance on them bitches since they watchin'
I'm wearin' booty shots (bow) 'cause my paper long (on God)
It's a Friday night (what's up?), My nigga ain't at home (let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (uh-huh) 'cause I don't drink alone (hell no)
I'm outside again (let's get it) 'cause bitch I hate at home (the f*ck?)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (woo, aye, ugh, yeah)
Writer: Gloria Woods, Janae Wherry, Yakki Davis, Jonathan Reed, Jeremy Allen, Javaan Anderson, Amari Freeman, Ronnie Jackson, Torrence Hatch, Webster Gradney Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
STOP PLAYING
(Gotti)
Uh, lit-ass bitch, she poppin' (yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (aye)
Rockin' all black, she gothic (mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (let's go)
They pickin', she the top pick (uh)
She trendin', she the topic
She pressure, exotic
They want it, she got it
She glowin', they mad
She showin' (what?) Her ass
No comp', they scared
No smoke (why?), They passed
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em (whew)
They slept, she woke 'em (get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (let's go)
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Worst of the worst, I done been through it
A hundred racks and I peel through it
Shout out to God 'cause He will do it
It's love in my hood when I spin through it
I don't like openin' up about my pain, so I let the pen do it
Buy another pair of Balenciaga's, that's just how a bitch heel through it
They left me when they thought that I lost it
Booked and busy, I'm gettin' offers
Handle business, bitch, I'ma office
They tired of me, wanna see 'em exhausted
Every time that I'm on the stage or doin' an interview for the radio
I do it for the girls thought they couldn't do it
I'm doin' this for all the baby Glo's
Bitches hate on me, but they buggin'
They mad I was what they wasn't
Ninja turtle, I'm from them gutters
Real bitches relate, we cousins
If you mad at me, get over it
'Cause you damn sure can't get around me
I'm in Malibu, I'm on South Beach
I used to be on the couch sleep
F*ck what you heard about me
I'm a bad bitch with a mouthpiece
In the grocery store with my drip on
Tell 'em, "Clean up on aisle 3"
My new hood like Maldives
I'm around water, around trees
I'm a big stepper, these clown feet
Look down on the hoes that doubted me, on gang
She glowin', they mad
She showin' (what?) Her ass
No comp', they scared
No smoke (why?), They passed
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em (whew)
They slept, she woke 'em (get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (let's go)
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
My ex (ha), he cheated (f*ck 'em)
Didn't cry, I cheated (haha)
His opp, let him eat it
Big Glo undefeated (yuh)
I'm ratchet (hmm), conceited (woo)
This water (aye), I'm Fiji (mm)
I'm starvin', come feed me (come here)
Come spoil me, hit Neiman's
My feelings, I buried it (f*ck it)
This hate, I inherited (that's cool)
My word of advice
Stop fightin' over dick when you sharin' it (dummy)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (stop playin' with that girl)
Now stop playin' with yo' self (stop playin' with yo' self)
Two people can't play that game (the f*ck?)
And nigga, that's why I left, on gang (uh)
Lit-ass bitch, she poppin' (yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (aye)
Rockin' all black, she gothic (mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (let's go)
She glowin', they mad
She showin' (what?) Her ass
She in her bag
They hatin', too bad
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em (whew)
They slept, she woke 'em (get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (let's go)
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, lit-ass bitch, she poppin' (yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (aye)
Rockin' all black, she gothic (mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (let's go)
They pickin', she the top pick (uh)
She trendin', she the topic
She pressure, exotic
They want it, she got it
She glowin', they mad
She showin' (what?) Her ass
No comp', they scared
No smoke (why?), They passed
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em (whew)
They slept, she woke 'em (get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (let's go)
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Worst of the worst, I done been through it
A hundred racks and I peel through it
Shout out to God 'cause He will do it
It's love in my hood when I spin through it
I don't like openin' up about my pain, so I let the pen do it
Buy another pair of Balenciaga's, that's just how a bitch heel through it
They left me when they thought that I lost it
Booked and busy, I'm gettin' offers
Handle business, bitch, I'ma office
They tired of me, wanna see 'em exhausted
Every time that I'm on the stage or doin' an interview for the radio
I do it for the girls thought they couldn't do it
I'm doin' this for all the baby Glo's
Bitches hate on me, but they buggin'
They mad I was what they wasn't
Ninja turtle, I'm from them gutters
Real bitches relate, we cousins
If you mad at me, get over it
'Cause you damn sure can't get around me
I'm in Malibu, I'm on South Beach
I used to be on the couch sleep
F*ck what you heard about me
I'm a bad bitch with a mouthpiece
In the grocery store with my drip on
Tell 'em, "Clean up on aisle 3"
My new hood like Maldives
I'm around water, around trees
I'm a big stepper, these clown feet
Look down on the hoes that doubted me, on gang
She glowin', they mad
She showin' (what?) Her ass
No comp', they scared
No smoke (why?), They passed
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em (whew)
They slept, she woke 'em (get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (let's go)
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
My ex (ha), he cheated (f*ck 'em)
Didn't cry, I cheated (haha)
His opp, let him eat it
Big Glo undefeated (yuh)
I'm ratchet (hmm), conceited (woo)
This water (aye), I'm Fiji (mm)
I'm starvin', come feed me (come here)
Come spoil me, hit Neiman's
My feelings, I buried it (f*ck it)
This hate, I inherited (that's cool)
My word of advice
Stop fightin' over dick when you sharin' it (dummy)
Aye, stop playin' with that girl (stop playin' with that girl)
Now stop playin' with yo' self (stop playin' with yo' self)
Two people can't play that game (the f*ck?)
And nigga, that's why I left, on gang (uh)
Lit-ass bitch, she poppin' (yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (aye)
Rockin' all black, she gothic (mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (let's go)
She glowin', they mad
She showin' (what?) Her ass
She in her bag
They hatin', too bad
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don't post 'em (nah)
Her problems, she smoke 'em (whew)
They slept, she woke 'em (get 'em)
She did it, she showed 'em (let's go)
Ayy, stop playin' with that girl (with that girl)
Said, "Stop playin' with that girl" (with that girl)
Writer: Gloria Woods, Cristian Colon, Edgar Ferrera, Jimmi Nguyen, Mario Mims, Timothy Mosley, Jordan Nguyen, Jorden Thorpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
DON'T DESERVE
[ Featuring Muni Long ]
Yee-hee (hawky)
Yee-hee, yee-hee
Muni
Mmm, ah (Drum Drummie made this beat and I'm gon' kill it)
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a f*ck nigga will do
He ain't a real man
That nigga don't deserve my friend
We all been stupid for these niggas once upon a time (real talk)
Them red flags be lookin' green, we get colorblind (for real)
But it's certain shit that you don't do, and you can't cross them lines (real shit)
It ain't my business, but I'm tired of you keep callin' cryin' (on God)
See, I'm your friend and, bitch, I love you, I'ma keep it real (every time)
You gotta know your worth 'cause these niggas be cheap as hell (cheap as f*ck)
And you'll get took up out the game if you don't keep it player (real talk)
You give this nigga all your love and got none for yourself
He had a baby on you, girl, he got you f*cked up (on my mama)
How he get you anyway? That nigga lucked up (swear to God)
You keep on puttin' up with all this shit you need to flush (nah, for real)
You love this nigga dirty drawls, but, bitch, I hate his guts
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a f*ck nigga will do
He ain't a real man
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Friend, you don't deserve that shit, wreckin' nerves on a bitch
I ain't heard from you since you f*cked that f*ck nigga (the f*ck?)
Got me worried and shit, I can't stand to see you stressed
'Cause you know I'm with the shits, somebody f*ck with you (you know that)
You the full package, he can't handle you (not at all)
And he ain't got no f*ckin' business puttin' his hands on you (point blank, period)
What else he got to offer to you other than some dick? (Shit)
You might as well go gay or somethin' 'cause he act like a bitch (uh-uh)
You used to be hard on these niggas, why you actin' soft? (Bitch, what happened?)
You keep on lettin' him do you like that, you gon' piss me off (real talk)
It's time to find yourself again, this nigga got you lost (you got it)
You can do it, friend, I know you can, my fingers crossed
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a f*ck nigga will do
He ain't a real man
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Friend, you deserve better, I could see it in your eyes (uh-huh)
Tryna help you cut the ties, but he got you so dick-notized (yeah, yeah)
I realize it ain't none of my business (no), as my witness
If he hurts you, I'm gon' make it mine (mine)
And I don't blame you (don't blame you)
For what you're goin' through (goin' through)
I really hope you see (hope you see)
You find the strength to leave
You don't deserve my friend
Mmm, don't deserve my friend
Oh
That nigga don't deserve my friend
He don't know what to do with a bad bitch
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Ghetto niggas treatin' you like you average (uh-huh)
Don't ever let him cheat on you
Don't ever let him beat on you
No tellin' what a f*ck nigga will do
He ain't a real man (he ain't a real man)
That nigga don't deserve my friend
My friend
That nigga don't deserve my friend
Mmm-hmm
Yee-hee
Writer: Artem Raschepkin, Gloria Woods, Dudley Alexander, Fokin Maxim, Jonas Gunnes Gumdal, Priscilla Hamilton, Rafael Dewayne Ishman, Ronnie Jackson, William Boyette, Tevin Revells
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
RAIN DOWN ON ME
Listen, ha (brothers and sisters)
Listen, I need to know (GloRilla)
Is there anyone out there that knows you can never pay God back? (Oh, back to life)
For how good He's been to you, ha (Lord, let Your blessing)
In spite of you (oh)
That, my brothers and sisters (rain down on me)
That's a blessing, hahahaha, hellalujah (oh, yeah)
Lord, please keep me safe from all my enemies (yessir)
Blessings, blessings rain on me (Gloria, oh)
Lord, let Your blessings rain (hoo, hoo, hallelujah, on the gang, gang)
Rain down on me (talk to 'em, hey, let's roll)
Feelin' like I'm God's favorite, and that's the best feeling ever
Rain down on me, Father God, I won't use an umbrella (rain down on me)
Forgive the ones who play with me, apparently, they don't know no better
At times, I don't know who to trust, I randomly rebuke the devil
It's hard to talk about my blessings, they be sayin' I'm actin' cocky
Always and forever humble, they just don't wanna see me pop it
Five feet and I'm praisin' You with every inch up in my body
So I pray You watch my back, along with those who say they got it
Watch over my family, Lord, and watch over all of my partners
And even though he hate me, Lord, watch over my baby father
Watch over my haters, they the ones that make me go the hardest
I just want us all to win, I just want us all to prosper
Thank You, Lord
You ain't have to do it, but You did, that's why I thank You, Lord
It could've been worse than what it was so I'm grateful, Lord
I know I'm a tough one, but You patient, Lord
So I thank You, Lord (in Jesus name, yessir, come on)
Lord, let the blessings, oh (Lord, I'm here for every one of Your blessings, yessir)
Rain down on me, yeah (oh, I wish I could get a witness in here)
Ooh, wee, yeah (yeah, ha)
And please keep me safe from all my enemies
They don't wanna see (they don't wanna see)
Blessings rain on me (you don't give up on me, ooh, oh-oh)
Let the blessings rain (come on)
Rain down on me
I know I'm a sinner, Lord, and I know I might sin again
So thank You for not givin' up and still givin' me the strength to win
Protect me from the evil that I can't see with my eyes
And if it's any blessing-blockers 'round me, help me cut them ties
In Jesus name
I'ma count it all, what He has for me is mine
They can't take it away, I won't apologize
They can take all the shots, but they can't deny
What He's doing in your life, it's just perfect time
Mama ain't call you Glo for no reason (reason)
Go on and glow it up, girl, it's ya season (season)
No matter where you go, you can still grow
No matter where you go, you can still glow
Hey, yeah (ooh)
Ah, the blessings (can you say it again now?)
Rain down on me (oh)
So many blessings, blessings (don't stop what You doin', don't stop what You doin')
(And the choir sings)
We need Your blessings (oh)
Shower down blessings (we need)
We need Your blessings (keep it coming Lord, shower down)
Shower down blessings (on our family, we need)
We need Your blessings (we need it, for my children, yeah)
Shower down blessings
Blessings rain on me (oh, Lord, rain down, rain, rain down, rain down)
(Talk to 'em, chant)
Please keep me safe from all my enemies
They don't wanna see (blessings rain on me), oh
You gonna pour Your blessings out on me (rain it down on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let the blessings rain, rain down on me
You don't have to be perfect, no
You can come with your mistakes (rain down on me)
You can come with your failures
That don't disqualify you from getting a blessing (rain down on me), haha
Hallelujah (on the gang)
Yeah
Said it feels so good (rain down on me)
Rain down on me
Writer: Gloria Woods, Samuel Williams, Kierra Sheard, Joakim Toftgaard, J. Drew Sheard II, Dudley Alexander Duverne, Damien Keith Aubrey, Benjahmin Singh-Reynolds, Kirk Smith, Marcaelis Sanders, Marlon Hampton, Omar Walker, Rex Zamor
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
GLO'S PRAYER
Dear God, it's me again
I wanna come on and say, first of all, thanking You for all Your blessings
And Your love and Your favor You've shown upon me
But Father, speakin' of favors, I need another favor from You
And I know I've come to You many times about this
And I don't even like holdin' up the prayer line about things like this
But I need Your help and Your guidance on how to leave this man alone (oh, Lord)
I'm tired of comin' to You for the same thing (nah, for real)
I'm tired of all these niggas playin' the same game (I'm so tired)
Is it me, Lord? What do I need to change, man? (What's the problem?)
Or is it my taste in men that I need to blame? (Let me know)
Now I'm in my car speedin' down the E-Way cryin'
Prayin' to the Lord to get this nigga off my mind (God, please)
I should've learned my lesson from the first time
Man, I wish I would've listened to my first mind (on the gang)
I'm so in love, but deep inside I wanna get over, dude (I swear)
He's good and bad go fifty-fifty, what I'm 'posed to do? (What to do?)
I get to thinkin' if it was me, what would that nigga do? (Hm)
That shit he did wasn't no mistake, that's what he chose to do (he did that)
It hurt to stick around but, lettin' go seem even harder (even harder)
Try not to overthink it got me thinkin' even harder (ayy)
Got me feelin' like a dummy when I know I'm smarter (when I know that)
The only man that showed me love correctly was my father (facts)
Constantly in this situation over and over again
Promise, if You get me out this time, I'll never do it again (I promise, God)
Love is a beautiful thing if it's done right
But it should never make you feel like that you bein' dumb, right? (Oh, Lord)
This a moment to be serious, I ain't even playin' (nah)
Hit my knees and ask the Lord to help me leave this man (God, please)
I'm too damaged, love you so much, might embarrass you
So now I'm fallin' out of love, feel like I need a parachute (ayy)
God is great, yeah, God is good
Lord, I thank You for this man, but can You come back and get him?
'Cause this ain't even part of the plan
Do whatever in my will to leave him 'lone, but I can't
Try to stay cool, but the smallest shit he do'll make me blank
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm talkin' far away (far away)
But I'll be back, I'm prayin' to God, so He can make a way (God, please)
I get that route, I'm doin' a dash, it's deeper than a race (skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause love scary, I'll pass, and I ain't tryna stay
Might throw in the white flag, might just hit my knees
Father God, pull me up, I'm in too deep, this man, he got me gone
'Cause this somethin' I ain't never had (never)
I'm too damaged to be in love
It ain't nothin' to fall in love, but I can't afford another heart break (I really can't)
He make me mad, but it's somethin' 'bout how he manipulate
Ask myself if this what I want and I'on have nothin' to say (nothin')
Can't stand on business, I keep fallin' like Alicia Keys
I want this man so bad, but I know he ain't what I need (on the gang)
Oh, Lord (I'm tired of comin' to You for the same thing)
(I'm tired of all these niggas playin' the same game)
(Is it me, Lord? What do I need to change, man?)
(Or is it my taste in men that I need to blame?) Oh, Lord
(Now I'm in my car speedin' down the E-Way cryin')
(Prayin' to the Lord to get this nigga off my mind)
(I should've learned my lesson from the first time)
(Man, I wish I would've listened to my first mind) oh, Lord
I wanna come on and say, first of all, thanking You for all Your blessings
And Your love and Your favor You've shown upon me
But Father, speakin' of favors, I need another favor from You
And I know I've come to You many times about this
And I don't even like holdin' up the prayer line about things like this
But I need Your help and Your guidance on how to leave this man alone (oh, Lord)
I'm tired of comin' to You for the same thing (nah, for real)
I'm tired of all these niggas playin' the same game (I'm so tired)
Is it me, Lord? What do I need to change, man? (What's the problem?)
Or is it my taste in men that I need to blame? (Let me know)
Now I'm in my car speedin' down the E-Way cryin'
Prayin' to the Lord to get this nigga off my mind (God, please)
I should've learned my lesson from the first time
Man, I wish I would've listened to my first mind (on the gang)
I'm so in love, but deep inside I wanna get over, dude (I swear)
He's good and bad go fifty-fifty, what I'm 'posed to do? (What to do?)
I get to thinkin' if it was me, what would that nigga do? (Hm)
That shit he did wasn't no mistake, that's what he chose to do (he did that)
It hurt to stick around but, lettin' go seem even harder (even harder)
Try not to overthink it got me thinkin' even harder (ayy)
Got me feelin' like a dummy when I know I'm smarter (when I know that)
The only man that showed me love correctly was my father (facts)
Constantly in this situation over and over again
Promise, if You get me out this time, I'll never do it again (I promise, God)
Love is a beautiful thing if it's done right
But it should never make you feel like that you bein' dumb, right? (Oh, Lord)
This a moment to be serious, I ain't even playin' (nah)
Hit my knees and ask the Lord to help me leave this man (God, please)
I'm too damaged, love you so much, might embarrass you
So now I'm fallin' out of love, feel like I need a parachute (ayy)
God is great, yeah, God is good
Lord, I thank You for this man, but can You come back and get him?
'Cause this ain't even part of the plan
Do whatever in my will to leave him 'lone, but I can't
Try to stay cool, but the smallest shit he do'll make me blank
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm talkin' far away (far away)
But I'll be back, I'm prayin' to God, so He can make a way (God, please)
I get that route, I'm doin' a dash, it's deeper than a race (skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause love scary, I'll pass, and I ain't tryna stay
Might throw in the white flag, might just hit my knees
Father God, pull me up, I'm in too deep, this man, he got me gone
'Cause this somethin' I ain't never had (never)
I'm too damaged to be in love
It ain't nothin' to fall in love, but I can't afford another heart break (I really can't)
He make me mad, but it's somethin' 'bout how he manipulate
Ask myself if this what I want and I'on have nothin' to say (nothin')
Can't stand on business, I keep fallin' like Alicia Keys
I want this man so bad, but I know he ain't what I need (on the gang)
Oh, Lord (I'm tired of comin' to You for the same thing)
(I'm tired of all these niggas playin' the same game)
(Is it me, Lord? What do I need to change, man?)
(Or is it my taste in men that I need to blame?) Oh, Lord
(Now I'm in my car speedin' down the E-Way cryin')
(Prayin' to the Lord to get this nigga off my mind)
(I should've learned my lesson from the first time)
(Man, I wish I would've listened to my first mind) oh, Lord
Writer: Gloria Woods, Steven Shaeffer, Artyom Tsalko, Aidan Jonathan Crotinger
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
HOW I LOOK
[ Featuring Megan Thee Stallion ]
Glorilla
How the f*ck I look, bitch? (Go Grizz)
Real hot girl shit
On the gang, gang
Yeah, yeah, hmm, hmm, ah
Gang, gang
Forty-inch jet black bustdown (okay)
Every f*ckin' watch I get, I bust down (okay)
Heard a bitch don't like me, ho, I'm in your town (what's up, ho?)
Drop the lo', I'm pullin' up, it's goin' down (I'm booked down)
Just rode by the cemetery (boom, boom, boom), it's plenty room for hoes
F*ck the money missionary (huh), got plenty room for more (okay)
Man, all these bitches scary (on God), I know a few of those (on gang)
F*ck I look like beefin' wit' some bitches that be sharin' clothes (huh?)
How I look f*ckin' on a nigga that got less than me?
How I look callin' bitches out that can't get next to me?
How I look checkin' for a nigga that don't check for me?
How I look not bettin' on myself? Glo the recipe (real hot girl shit)
How I look beefin' with a bitch without no motion?
That ho only want some smoke 'cause I'm the hottest shit that's smokin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, this ain't the US Open (the US Open)
If you meet me, better pack it up 'cause, bitch, you know it's over (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How I look beefin' wit' a bitch about a nigga? (Hmm)
How I look arguin' wit' a goofy bitch on Twitter? (Hmm)
How I look confessin' to these niggas 'bout my bodies? (Niggas 'bout my bodies?)
When he a ho too, and he still gon' give me sloppy (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
How I look turnin' up and leavin' all my bitches out?
How I look goin' up and laughin' when them haters doubt?
How I look pullin' up in shit I know they can't pronounce?
How I look laughin' to the bank with my titties out?
How I look? Ask your man (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask a fan (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask a hater (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask the 'Gram (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask your friends (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask the cam (yeah, yeah)
F*ck these hoes doggy style how I'm on these bitches ass (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Just rode by the cemetery (boom, boom, boom), it's plenty room for hoes
F*ck the money missionary (huh), got plenty room for more (okay)
Man, all these bitches' scary (on God), I know a few of those (on gang)
F*ck I look like beefin' with some bitches that be sharin' clothes? (Huh?)
Writer: Gloria Woods, Megan Pete, Julius Rivera III, Kevin Andre Price, Morris Jones, Timothy Bradley Mckibbins, Jaucquez Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I AIN'T GOING
Woo, GloRilla
Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his motherf*ckin' hands on me
He can bet I put his hands on his dick
And play with that and some motherf*ckin' jerseys, nigga
What the f*ck?
On the gang, gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), let's to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (woo), and I got a check (woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)
We gon' find my brother, nigga, must ain't know I was jackin' (the f*ck?)
But f*ck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen
Go and pick him out a casket (yeah), put him on the casket (woo)
This Glock twenty-three make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tappin' in, shoot, rappin', make him dance like Michael Jackson (okay)
These niggas get mad and throw a bitch fifty, niggas sassy (ugh)
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't to smoke you want you better pass it?
Nigga blowin' my phone down, 'cause he seen me out in Cali'
Poppin' shit, like I ain't got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Your son gon' be a bastard (on God)
Cuz' gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaff (huh?)
Ain't even got to call nobody, I'll beat your ass like I'm your master
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), let's to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (woo), and I got a check (woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)
Big Glo, I ain't a lil' one (hey), I'm finna do my big one (uh)
Nigga swing on me, fick up the city up with this one (stamp that)
Put you with your deadass homies, since you say you miss 'em (f*ck)
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like little pistols
Gangster bitch, this a pole I got on, me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show your bitch ass you ain't no hitter
Quick to hit a ho', but I ain't gon' do shit to them niggas (bitch-ass)
Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on the gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), let's to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (woo), and I got a check (woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch-ass nigga
Gon' meet they motherf*ckin' maker runnin' into me
Ho-'ass, nigga, this ain't that
F*ck wrong with you?
Bitch-ass nigga
Huh, huh
Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his motherf*ckin' hands on me
He can bet I put his hands on his dick
And play with that and some motherf*ckin' jerseys, nigga
What the f*ck?
On the gang, gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), let's to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (woo), and I got a check (woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)
We gon' find my brother, nigga, must ain't know I was jackin' (the f*ck?)
But f*ck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen
Go and pick him out a casket (yeah), put him on the casket (woo)
This Glock twenty-three make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tappin' in, shoot, rappin', make him dance like Michael Jackson (okay)
These niggas get mad and throw a bitch fifty, niggas sassy (ugh)
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't to smoke you want you better pass it?
Nigga blowin' my phone down, 'cause he seen me out in Cali'
Poppin' shit, like I ain't got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Your son gon' be a bastard (on God)
Cuz' gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaff (huh?)
Ain't even got to call nobody, I'll beat your ass like I'm your master
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), let's to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (woo), and I got a check (woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)
Big Glo, I ain't a lil' one (hey), I'm finna do my big one (uh)
Nigga swing on me, fick up the city up with this one (stamp that)
Put you with your deadass homies, since you say you miss 'em (f*ck)
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like little pistols
Gangster bitch, this a pole I got on, me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show your bitch ass you ain't no hitter
Quick to hit a ho', but I ain't gon' do shit to them niggas (bitch-ass)
Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on the gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), let's to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (woo), and I got a check (woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch-ass nigga
Gon' meet they motherf*ckin' maker runnin' into me
Ho-'ass, nigga, this ain't that
F*ck wrong with you?
Bitch-ass nigga
Huh, huh
Writer: Gloria Woods, Chandler Tevas Ingram, Amari Freeman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
STEP
[ Featuring BossMan Dlow ]
(Ayy, Kee, this shit crazy)
Glorilla
Foo
Huh, huh, huh
On the, on the, on the gang
I know a bitch that's going bowl for bowl, trap way harder than niggas (on God)
He lie like he was savin', he ain't got it, so he can't get it (uh-uh)
They trickin', I ain't wit' it, you can't hit, this ain't that (hell nah)
I need a real lifeguard 'cause my shit's tsunami wet, yeah (woo)
Step, baby, keep it pushin' (bye)
I want a pro, I want a veteran, I don't want no rookie (on God)
I'm half celibate, you can't f*ck, but you can eat this pussy (the f*ck?)
My friend was cheatin', but I ain't see her, I wasn't even lookin' (I ain't see shit)
Put on your glasses, see, one thing about me is I'ma step (stamp that)
And I don't ask for help, I can do better all by myself (on the gang)
That business high, but I'm stand on it, even if it melt (big facts)
I'm really built for this, I play the cards I was dealt
I play these niggas to the left (nah, for real), that's why I'm single now (on me)
And y'all can have these niggas left, God, send me mine (God, please)
You servin' out the O, You ain't even on the police mind (broke-ass)
You need to upgrade, ain't no way you on that lil' ass grind (haha)
Better suit up before you come for me, I'm pressure (pressure)
Big Glo, I'm the biggest, yeah, this Glo bigger than mega (mega)
Woman of my word, can't go back on it, I could never (never)
They tried to throw dirt on my name but got shot by shell (woo)
Huh (hey), huh (damn), huh (yo)
He know a bitch ain't never took shit from me, that's why his dick on hard (facts)
Don't want nothin' soft, I need a stepper, baby, stomp this hard (I need a gangster)
I'm rubbin' on his chest soon as he show he got hard (I love you, baby)
Might put it in my neck, but toxic traits I don't wanna start (uh-uh)
He say he hungry, know what's on my menu, eat or starve
A-a-a-ain't tryna force you, homie, but that's a good way start (mhm)
You do it right, might let you park your car in my garage
Got that Hawk Tuah, make him "ugh," but what you gon' do for it? (Huh?)
You can lie all day, you just can't tell me what you can't afford
The f*ck? Nigga, step
That's if you want me (what's up?)
I-i-i-i want the all-black C8, can you that for me? (Big Za)
Huh, I'ma cash out on a C8, bae, you know if you want, you get it (come here, baby)
Come here, lil' ho I'll boss you up, let's start you a business (come here, love)
You need to leave them broke niggas alone, better get a nigga that's rich (come on, bae)
I know them niggas on your trail, better tell them you my shit
I put you in 'Milio Pucci, I get you Van Cleef (Van Cleef)
And I'm steppin' 'bout my bitch, playin' with her like playin' with me
I'll turn you up, for real, just be loyal, baby (just be loyal, baby)
Eat that dick up like you 'posed to, I'll spoil you, baby (yeah), huh
Spent ten at Gucci, spent a dub at Louis, baby (yeah)
Come to my penthouse, I wanna f*ck in a jacuzzi, baby, (come here, baby), huh
You with a shark now, you ain't f*ckin' with no fish (ain't a little fish, baby)
If you lock in with Big Za, get what you wish (Big Za)
Yeah, bae, I want that all-black matte motherf*cker
Like, I'm tryna hop on 385 and do the dash past these bitches
Writer: Gloria Woods, Devante McCreary, Kirill Komyshey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
LET HER COOK
(Have you ever been to London?)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) ugh
On the gang, gang
Let her cook, uh
Let me cook (Coupe)
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no f*ck (no)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (f*ck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (let's go)
We turned the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen (ugh)
Uh, let her cook (woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (hey), let her cook (okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (on God), let her cook (uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (hoo), let me cook (uh)
Big Glo come through, shut shit down, I'm bringin' hoes out (uh)
Run up on this shit, you want, I'm swingin' bows out (uh)
If them hoes ain't bad as Glo, then put them hoes out (put 'em out)
Got my ankles on your nigga shoulder, air them toes out (let's get it)
Ass done got a lil' fatter, now these hoes a lil' madder (okay)
Head done got a lil' better, I don't even think that matter (uh, uh)
Bitch talkin' like she gangster, she don't really want no ana (weak-ass ho)
Uh, these hoes couldn't walk a mile in these Givenchy sandals (on gang), bitch
I ain't gon' cry in no Honda, I ain't gon' cry in no Wraith either (ho)
I-i got my own cake, you ain't gon' make me wait either (yeah)
My nigga ever cheat on me, I bet we break even, uh
Bitch, your nigga still my nigga, bet he can't leave me, ho
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no f*ck (no)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (f*ck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (let's go)
We turned the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen (ugh)
Uh, let her cook (woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (hey), let her cook (okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (on God), let her cook (uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (hoo), let me cook
(Woo, woo, woo, woo) early bird get the worm
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) give me head, I don't want your sperm
Can't teach these hoes the game (no)
These bitches tender, let 'em learn
Know they hate to see me winnin', play that Usher, "Let It Burn" (ugh)
Hold up, wait a f*ckin' minute (huh?)
Let me talk my shit (hoo)
I-i can't let up on these bitches (why?), I'm finna drop again (ayy)
Gave you hoes the recipe (I did), can't get this sauce again (haha)
Gave them hoes a head start this time, slow-ass bitches lost again (ugh, on the gang, gang)
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no f*ck (no)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (f*ck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (let's go)
We turned the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen (ugh)
Uh, let her cook (woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (hey), let her cook (okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (on God), let her cook (uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (hoo), let me cook
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) ugh
On the gang, gang
Let her cook, uh
Let me cook (Coupe)
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no f*ck (no)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (f*ck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (let's go)
We turned the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen (ugh)
Uh, let her cook (woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (hey), let her cook (okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (on God), let her cook (uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (hoo), let me cook (uh)
Big Glo come through, shut shit down, I'm bringin' hoes out (uh)
Run up on this shit, you want, I'm swingin' bows out (uh)
If them hoes ain't bad as Glo, then put them hoes out (put 'em out)
Got my ankles on your nigga shoulder, air them toes out (let's get it)
Ass done got a lil' fatter, now these hoes a lil' madder (okay)
Head done got a lil' better, I don't even think that matter (uh, uh)
Bitch talkin' like she gangster, she don't really want no ana (weak-ass ho)
Uh, these hoes couldn't walk a mile in these Givenchy sandals (on gang), bitch
I ain't gon' cry in no Honda, I ain't gon' cry in no Wraith either (ho)
I-i got my own cake, you ain't gon' make me wait either (yeah)
My nigga ever cheat on me, I bet we break even, uh
Bitch, your nigga still my nigga, bet he can't leave me, ho
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no f*ck (no)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (f*ck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (let's go)
We turned the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen (ugh)
Uh, let her cook (woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (hey), let her cook (okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (on God), let her cook (uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (hoo), let me cook
(Woo, woo, woo, woo) early bird get the worm
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) give me head, I don't want your sperm
Can't teach these hoes the game (no)
These bitches tender, let 'em learn
Know they hate to see me winnin', play that Usher, "Let It Burn" (ugh)
Hold up, wait a f*ckin' minute (huh?)
Let me talk my shit (hoo)
I-i can't let up on these bitches (why?), I'm finna drop again (ayy)
Gave you hoes the recipe (I did), can't get this sauce again (haha)
Gave them hoes a head start this time, slow-ass bitches lost again (ugh, on the gang, gang)
Never gave a damn, I ain't never gave no f*ck (no)
Fell out with them hoes, we ain't never makin' up (f*ck 'em)
Back for everything I ever lost, I'm on a mission (let's go)
We turned the whole house into a booth, we in the kitchen (ugh)
Uh, let her cook (woo)
Big Glo come through fryin' shit (hey), let her cook (okay)
Too much cake, I'll buy a bitch (on God), let her cook (uh)
All this sauce, I'm tryin' shit (hoo), let me cook
Writer: Gloria Woods, Darryl Clemons, Edward Maclin Cooper III, Isaac Hayes, Jaucquez Lowe, Julius Rivera III, Yakki Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I LUV HER
[ Featuring T-Pain ]
Oh-ooh
Oh
You ain't got to say a word
Keep givin' me what I'm lookin' for (GloRilla)
I just got to tell everybody (everybody)
I don't want to keep it on the low
Goddamn, I love her (Goddamn, I love her)
Uh, I love her (ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (ooh, I love her)
I love her (ooh, I love her)
I just want to take her out and prove (and prove)
What a real man 'posed to do (to do)
We can lay around and play around
Ain't got time today with my crew
I love her (damn, I love her)
Uh, I love her (ooh, I love her, ooh)
Goddamn, I love her (ooh, I love her, hey)
I love her (ooh, I love her, on the gang, on gang)
Is it me or these hoes just average? (Huh)
Is it because you like my accent? (Is it?)
Is it the way that I talk my shit? (Huh)
Is it the way that I wear these glasses?
Met him on April the seventh (okay)
By the fifteenth, 'bout me a Patek (hey)
I heard he get hard on bitches
Shit, I made him fall in love with a savage (ooh)
It's the fact that I'm hard on niggas (on God)
But no lie, you makin' me feel different
Got no type, but he say I'm the one (let's go)
He must got a thing for real bitches
I know I can get a lil' crazy (I know it)
But I love that you know how to deal with it
I need you to bare with me, baby (for real)
I ain't really used to no real nigga
You on me and I'm on you too
I promise, I'm not 'bout to let up for nothin'
I know I be naggin' sometimes
Shit, put dick in my mouth, make me shut up or somethin'
I promise to keep you tight (tight)
Every time gon' feel like a verse
You keepin' me happy, you givin' me thick (oh-ooh)
Got 'em askin' me who am I searchin', on the gang (oh)
You ain't got to say a word
Keep givin' me what I'm lookin' for (lookin' for)
I just got to tell everybody (everybody)
I don't want to keep it on the low
Goddamn, I love her (Goddamn, I love her)
Uh, I love her (ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (ooh, I love her)
I love her (ooh, I love her)
I just want to take her out and prove (and prove)
What a real man 'posed to do (to do)
We can lay around and play around
Ain't got time today with my crew
I love her (damn, I love her)
Uh, I love her (ooh, I love her, ooh)
Goddamn, I love her (ooh, I love her, hey, I love you too bae)
I love her (ooh, I love her, on the gang, on gang)
Cook and clean and suck and f*ck (uh-huh)
Lil' bitch, I'm real grown (yeah)
I can not relate to hoes (why not?)
'Cause my niggas love home (favorite)
Favorite song come on, it's up (hey)
T-shirt and panties on
Know he love Big Glo', for sure (damn, facts)
His favorite redbone
He got motion and I got it too, the sex be so connected
Voodooin' with the pussy (woo), I ain't have to make no spaghetti
Fell in love so fast (damn), my friends say I'm pathetic (f*ck)
Pray he don't play with my feelings (why?), This shit gon' get domestic
You ain't got to say a word
Keep givin' me what I'm lookin' for
I just got to tell everybody (everybody)
I don't want to keep it on the low
Goddamn, I love her (Goddamn, I love her)
Uh, I love her (ooh, I love her)
Goddamn, I love her (ooh, I love her)
I love her (ooh, I love her)
I just want to take her out and prove (and prove)
What a real man 'posed to do (to do)
We can lay around and play around
Ain't got time today with my crew
I love her (damn, I love her)
Uh, I love her (ooh, I love her, ooh)
Goddamn, I love her (ooh, I love her, hey)
I love her (ooh, I love her, on the gang, on gang)
Uh, I love her
Writer: Gloria Woods, Faheem Rasheed Najm, Laurie Conde, Montay Humphrey, Korey Roberson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
QUEEN OF MEMPHIS
[ Featuring Fridayy ]
I done been through the worst
It brought the best out of me
I know I ain't perfect, but you keep blessing me
Too many gone, I'm all alone now
But I thank God, I found away, I'm finally here now
Standing strong
Same ones who saw you come up, they wanna see you down
But I knew I was a chosen one when I made it out (GloRilla, on a gang)
Gangster before the deal and you know that (and you know that)
Grateful for everything and you know that (bitch you know that)
How can shit be in the air when you go flat? (Tell me how)
I'm from where you cross that line you can't go back (woo)
Money ain't change shit, I'm the same bitch from Frayser
Right up out the trenches, I'm the same bitch who made it
Callin' me you twin, but you the same bitch who hated (Ho)
Niggas ain't on shit, they be burnin' it's contagious (ugh)
Only time they call a bitch is when they need a favor (damn)
Lately I been winning, took some L's but it ain't phase me
Ran up them millions and the glow up lookin' crazy (crazy)
Sellin' out arenas, every city do it daily (yup)
Kd, I'm just sayin' how they traded (woo)
Hate me, 'cause I'm on top like some gravy (aye)
Track meet, I been runnin' up that paper (on god)
Big Glo, Queen of Memphis, no debatin' (on a gang)
I done been through the worst
It brought the best out of me
I know I ain't perfect, but you keep blessing me
Too many gone, I'm all alone now
But I thank God, I found away, I'm finally here now
Standing strong
Same ones who saw you come up, they wanna see you down
But I knew I was a chosen one when I made it out
Yeah
This shit in me and not on me (nah, for real)
All of my number one haters used to be my homies (f*ck em)
Tryna make every year better than the last one (on God)
So the old me forever gone be my opponent (not you bitches)
Puttin' myself first was my best decision (swear to God)
Now I'm hard on niggas, it's a defense mechanism (damn)
I ain't smoking on no opp, I'm puffing on my feelings
Bout to get up out my body like an exorcism (woo)
Told my folks to get a hustle and go ham with it (run this shit up)
'Cause I don't wanna be the only one that's having shit (real talk)
Yeah, I want all my niggas stuntin'
We all came from nothing, now we all getting money (uh)
Too many niggas and I don't just wanna pick one (pick one)
Callin' me a bitch just make sure you say a rich one (rich one)
Yeah, I'm the one that they can't deal with (on God)
But before that, I'm a certified real bitch
I done been through the worst
It brought the best out of me
I know I ain't perfect, but you keep blessing me
Too many gone, I'm all alone now
But I thank God, I found away, I'm finally here now
Standing strong
Same ones who saw you come up, they wanna see you down
But I knew I was a chosen one when I made it out
Oh, na-na-na, I'm your chosen one
Not too many make it out where we come from
Too many fallen soldiers
I thank you that I made it out
Oh, na-na, thank you that I made it out
(Alright then, Cartier)
Ladies and gentleman, mm-mm
Writer: Gloria Woods, Francis Leblanc, Jabre Jones, Kavi Lybarger, Lewis Young, Moritz Schneider, Phalon Alexander, Ardarious Ester
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Glorious is the debut studio album by American rapper GloRilla. It was released on October 11, 2024, through Collective Music Group (CMG) and Interscope Records. The record is preceded by two singles: "TGIF" (which peaked at number 28 on the Billboard Hot 100) and "Hollon".
At Metacritic, which assigns a normalized rating out of 100 to reviews from mainstream critics, the album received an average score of 68, which indicates "generally favorable reviews", based on 4 reviews.
-Wikipedia
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GlorillaAt Metacritic, which assigns a normalized rating out of 100 to reviews from mainstream critics, the album received an average score of 68, which indicates "generally favorable reviews", based on 4 reviews.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Latto, Sexyy Red, Muni Long, Kirk Franklin, Chandler Moore, Kierra Sheard, Maverick City Music, Megan Thee Stallion, BossMan Dlow, T-Pain, Fridayy
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): 1wireshak, Ace Charisma, B100, Byeperfect, Cartier Fly, Coupe, CRVS Serranio, DJ Montay, Drumdummie, FnZ, Fraxille, Finnessemadethebeat, Ghostrage, Go Grizzly, Hawky, Halfway, Hennessey Beatz, Higainerz, Humphrey, Jazze Pha, Kee Londn, Kingbnjmn, Lil' Ronnie, London Jae, Major Seven, Max Hummel, Muzik Major, Muzikman, Nevrmind, Pooh Beatz, Sakii, Satori, SkipOnDaBeat, Squat, Steven Shaeffer, Supah Mario, Timbaland, Yo Gotti, Zenjikozen
Length: 42:00
Released: October 11th, 2024
Year: 2024