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crazy dream - gloss up lyrics

[intro]
h*llo?
b*tch, where you at?
i’m at home, what’s wrong?
b*tch, you need to come get me, i’m trapped in the closet at this n*gga house
you trapped in the closet, b*tch?
i’m over here at this n*gga house, the n*gga who been trickin’ on me, b*tch
b*tch, i’m on my way, tell me what’s wrong (6lement)
what happened? i’m listenin’ (listen)

[verse 1]
remember that n*gga i told you i met when i was at the mall? (yeah)
same n*gga that bought me that bag at the chanel store? (uh*huh, yeah)
he started payin’ all of my bills, he say he wanted a family (he said that?)
he started doin’ more sh*t for my kids than my baby daddy (d*mn)
he talk nice to me, jewelry store, he put ice on me
comin’ home every night to me (every night?), tryin’ his best to do right by me
truth be told, i ain’t like dude (why not?), i couldn’t do what i wanted to (oh, okay)
leave the house with an attitude, then go link with my other boo

[interlude]
d*mn, b*tch, you bullsh*ttin’
b*tch, i know i’m bullsh*ttin’, you don’t gotta tell me i’m bullsh*ttin’, but listen, b*tch
it’s more to the motherf*ckin’ story, b*tch
just listen (what?)
what you mean it’s more to the story?
what the f*ck is goin’ on?
[verse 2]
he had the money, power, and respect (uh*huh?)
that sh*t there was gettin’ my p*ssy wet (i feel you)
used to wanna f*ck him all night
n*gga used to f*ck like an old man (d*mn)
cummin’ fast, couldn’t last
d*ck was trash, i was over that (what the f*ck?)
met another n*gga in the nfl (uh*huh?)
throwin’ that d*ck like a quarterback (d*mn)

[interlude]
b*tch, i know d*mn well you ain’t start cheatin’ on that n*gga

[verse 3]
b*tch, i was lyin’ and cheatin’, i was takin’ trips every weekend
i was with my sneaky link linkin’, i was out late night creepin’
i had another phone i was hidin’, left it on the dresser and he peeped it
before i could sn*tch it, he was scrollin’, all through the messages, readin’
could tell by his facial expressions this n*gga ’bouta turn into a demon

[interlude]
oh my gosh, b*tch, he heard
that’s him?
he done motherf*ckin’ found me in this motherf*ckin’ closet, b*tch
b*tch, he got you f*cked up
hurry up
you here?
i’m finna get this n*gga
b*tch, i’m scared, please hurry up
[verse 4]
b*tch, i’m comin’ through the door
be quiet, don’t talk no more
let me make sure my strap c*cked back
okay, i’m ready, let’s go
b*tch, know you dead*ass wrong
i’ma ride with you right or wrong
you been playin’ these n*ggas too long
too grown, should’ve been had your own
chasin’ the bags and the gifts
all these expensive*ass trips
you ain’t invest in no business
b*tch ain’t even on sh*t, f*ck?

[outro]
n*gga, get the f*ck back
what the h*ll, b*tch? you a clone or somethin’?
n*gga, do i look like a motherf*ckin’ clone?
b*tch, i’m motherf*ckin’ jerrica, big jerrica to be exact
i’m the one that don’t give a f*ck about no motherf*ckin’ money, no fame, this internet*ass sh*t
get the f*ck away from that motherf*ckin’ closet, n*gga
b*tch, f*ck you and gloss, i’ll off both of you p*ssy*ass hoes
b*tch, what the f*ck? you just k!lled this n*gga?
i know, b*tch, now let’s get the f*ck up outta here
b*tch, i love you so f*ckin’ much, b*tch, you just saved my motherf*ckin’ life
yeah, yeah, b*tch, i love you too, ho
stupid*ass b*tch, let’s go

- gloss up lyrics

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