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tomorrow - glorilla & cmg the label lyrics

[intro]
(cheese, his name is cheese)
they say they don’t f*ck wit’ me (cheese), but i say they can’t f*ck wit’ me
just like the air, i’m everywhere, how you say it’s up wit’ me?

[verse 1]
poppin’ sh*t, you would think i went to school for chiropractin’ (poppin’)
lookin’ good as h*ll today, just sent my n*gga five attachments (look at this)
why did you confront me ’bout a n*gga? man, you b*tches backwards (stupid ass)
they come at me ’bout n*ggas who i don’t even find attractive (ugh)
i don’t know that n*gga, i just seened him on the town before
i can’t be up her face, i took her n*gga down before (nah)
when i lose a n*gga, i just pop out and go find some mo’ (easy)
soon as i feel likе my time get waisted, thеn it’s time to go (deuces)
[chorus]
they say they don’t f*ck wit’ me, but i say they can’t f*ck wit’ me (on c*nt)
just like the air, i’m everywhere, how you say it’s up wit’ me (huh?)
them b*tches 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 ass)

[verse 2 ]
my ex f*ckin’ on my old friend, both they ass some f*ckin’ clowns (haha)
thinkin’ that she got one up on me, she got my hand*me*downs (lame ass ho)
he thought he wasn’t gon’ have to stand on sh*t, like he was handicap (thought it was)
make that n*gga stand on that, now his ass can’t stand me now
high as f*ck, 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)
these b*tches be lettin’ them go out sad about these n*ggas (ugh)
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 (f*ck ’em up)
cut everybody off, lately been feelin’ like the lumberjack (f*ck ’em)
they really got me f*cked up, and i wasn’t goin’ for none of that (none of that)
she the type, the n*gga 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’ b*tch do, so don’t leave her (keep that bih’)
he gon’ choose her every time ’cause it’s cheaper to keep her (hahaha)
can’t say yo’ name up in my songs, might not f*ck wit’ you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f*ck tomorrow (that’s just me)
ain’t f*cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f*ck tomorrow (duh)
everyday the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrow
[outro]
aight, lemme hear that

- glorilla cmg the label lyrics

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