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Top Songs By Glitter Moneyyy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glitter Moneyyy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ash Renee Clopton
Songwriter
Tay Badri Dariarow
Songwriter
Ellie Kim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SuperKnova
Producer
Lyrics
Let's fucking party
Getting blazed
We came here to rage
We came here to rage
For too long we were well behaved
Now we getting crazed
Popping bottles, popping pussy, popping off
Popping bottles, popping pussy, popping off
Only smoke greens
The rest is for you lesser bitches
Trashley royalty, you blessed
I'm a blessing for you lesser bitches
In the bathroom leading meditations or slapping bitches
In the courtroom tell them
Yeah, we guilty, G Moneyyy did it
Lips are viscous, pussy delicious
I grant wishes and I steal riches
I stay ready to pop offf
Yonce my religion
I party hard and I burn bridges
And when I'm dead I'll ask for forgiveness
You fuck with Tay you'll need a mortician
Final destination kinda premonition
Getting blazed
We came here to rage
We came here to rage
For too long we were well behaved
Now we getting crazed
Popping bottles, popping pussy, popping off
Popping bottles, popping pussy, popping off
Tonight lets party like we rich
Bumps of happiness
Getting ripped
Serving worst behavior shit
Bottle service bitch!
Like I'm the judges' kid
So you must acquit
Bad bitch get a witness
Doing Whip its
Pussy on your wish list
I'm never cautious
Fuck in bondage
Livin lawless
Woke up flawless
Top shelf goddess
Droppin knowledge
Dripping sauce
Taking shots
Bad bitch
Bitch boss
Filling you up with desire
News is dire
Getting higher
Getting higher
We start the fire
We shot the sheriff
We killed the deputy
Party prophecy
Bass drop homily
Ganja gummily
Nothing held back
Shakin ass
Persian trap
Raise a glass
To my bad bitches
Blowing kisses
Fighting vicious
We ambitious
Keep up
Bring my diva cup to the protest
Splashing it, resisting arrest
You wanna party with us?
Keep up
Keep up
Keep up
Aye
ACDC Thunderstruck
We gonna rage and test our luck
You don't know me, I don't give a fuck
Run amok
Middle fingers up
Used to be an ugly duck
Now everybody tryna fuck
Bottoms up, put em up
Yea I'm flaunting ya I'm flexing
I'm undressed and protesting
Alarming the press and
You so obsessed and
Bitch we got plans
Got a list of demands
Drink Malort with our fans
And end in our night with arson:
Burning down places play black music but don't let black people in
You gonna catch these hands
I don't think you understand
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Binge
Getting blazed
We came here to rage
We came here to rage
For too long we were well behaved
Now we getting crazed
Popping bottles, popping pussy, popping off
Popping bottles, popping pussy, popping off
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Bad bitches to the front
Writer(s): Ash Clopton
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