Listen to Tomorrow by GloRilla

Tomorrow

GloRilla

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

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Listen to Tomorrow - Single by GloRilla
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Anderson Jr
Antonio Anderson Jr
Songwriter
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macaroni Toni
Macaroni Toni
Producer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Executive Producer
Aaron "The Mixing Engineer" Anderson
Aaron "The Mixing Engineer" Anderson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Cheese, his name is Cheese) They say they don't fuck wit' me (Cheese?), but I say they can't fuck wit' me Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up wit' me? P-p-poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (poppin') Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (look at this) Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitch backwards (stupid ass) They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (ew) I don't know that nigga, I just seened him on the town before I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (nah) When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some mo' (easy) Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (deuces) T-t-t-they say they don't fuck wit' me, but I say they can't fuck wit' me (on on) Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up wit' me (huh?) Them bitch should've stayed down, they could've been up wit' me (too bad) But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up wit' me (lame man) My ex fuckin' all my old friend, both they're here some fuckin' clowns (haha) Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame man, ho) He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (thought it was) Make that nigga stand on that, now his dick can't stand me now High as fuck, I'm lit, yuh, I don't smoke no Swishers (nope) Slidin' wit' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (that's gang) This bitch be lettin' them go out sad about these niggas (ugh) I-I-I don't wanna hang wit' them, they don't handle business (they can't hang wit' 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? (Fuck 'em up) Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (fuck 'em) They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (none of that) She the type, the nigga 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 yo' bitch do, so don't leave her (keep that bih') He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (haha) Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not fuck wit' you tomorrow (nah) Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (that's just me) Ain't fuck up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (duh) Everyday the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow A'ight, lemme hear that
Writer(s): Belcalis Almanzar, Jorden Kyle Lanier Thorpe, Gloria Woods, Macaroni Toni, Javaan Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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