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GloRilla
GloRilla
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GloRilla
GloRilla
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Johnny Tyrone Carter
Johnny Tyrone Carter
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Christian Michael Buchanan
Christian Michael Buchanan
Composer
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AYOKXNZO
AYOKXNZO
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Kalabasas
Kalabasas
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Risto Pikkarainen
Risto Pikkarainen
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Paul Lorton
Paul Lorton
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(Ayo, Kxnzo) (KB, too brazy) When they treat you like the strongest, it make you the weakest The one that always gon' come through when anybody need it But my pride so big that if I need it, I keep it a secret So if I ever ask for help, that mean I really need it Sometimes I wanna hear I love you 'cause I really need it And if I ever said I love you, then I really mean it Used to think that love was blind until I actually seen it To cut you off, don't need no scissors now, just need a reason Million dollar vision, they won't see it how you see it I'm careful with my heart 'cause they won't treat it how I treat it Dropped one hoe and got ten more 'cause, aye, that shit was easy But I kept doubling back 'cause they don't eat it how you eat it And I ain't ask them folks for nothing, just believe in me 'Cause what I'm bringing to the table, man, we all can eat But they don't even understand how much it mean to me They don't even know this sh- ain't just a dream to me My life a movie, it's a lot of sh- behind the scenes Fuck the social sites, it's too much capping on them things Lately, I've been to myself, nah, I don't wanna link My eyes so on the prize right now that I don't wanna blink Had too many bitches in my circle, it ain't fit right (we were deep) Them hoes was flop, I try to see it from the flip side Made 'em stand on what they did 'cause it ain't sit right (got 'em out of there) I could've did them bitches wrong, but shit, I did right I ain't fucked up 'bout no nigga, but a nigga got me fucked up He thinkin' he a player, boy, your sorry ass in trouble Livin' single and I'm happy, I ain't tryna be a couple Tryna triple all my income now, I gotta do some doubles Man, money come and go so fast, I blow it like a bubble And these bitches counterfeit, they ain't a hundred, I can't trust 'em I be givin' it to 'em raw, that's why I'm quick to yell out, "Fuck 'em" Ayy, money make me cum and I be quick to get some money They askin' why I ain't gave up, I got a hundred reasons It's 2020, but you gotta keep that tunnel vision Bitches two-faced, had me thinkin' I had double vision And I can't make you be a hundred, love, that's your decision On The Gang
Writer(s): Gloria Woods, Christian Buchanan, Johnny Cater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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