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head, shoulders, knees, toes - gloss up lyrics

[intro]
ayy
i’m on your head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees) and toes (toes)
80apes (hm, ayy)

[refrain]
all these b*tches do is bark (they barkin’)
they ain’t never got no bite (they never)
all that typing back and forth
b*tch don’t never wanna come fight
i got sticks, i got stones
i don’t got no words for you (the f*ck?)
let the them b*tches gas you up (hm)
they gon’ get it too
[chorus]
i’m on your head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees) toes (toes)
head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees) toes (toes)
tried to be the bigger person
you ain’t wanna let it go
i’m on your head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees, ayy) toes (toes)

[verse 2]
these hoes know who to play with (the f*ck?)
i ain’t beefin’ with no b*tch (the f*ck?)
you the type to the type of ho to get turnt (turnt)
when you’re slidin’ with your lil’ clique (okay)
by yourself, you ain’t on sh*t (you know)
by myself, i’m the same b*tch (on god)
now i’m comin’ just like your mama
beat your ass with this switch
on her head just like this n*gga
give me head, how you figure (uh)
she better pipe down or get piped down
i bet she reconsider
on her face just like a sealer (uh*huh)
f*ck it, on ’em like some glitter (uh*huh)
and he used to f*ck with losers
now he lovin’ on a winner
[refrain]
all these b*tches do is bark (they barkin’)
they ain’t never got no bite (they never)
all that typing back and forth
b*tch don’t never wanna come fight
i got sticks, i got stones
i don’t got no words for you (the f*ck?)
let the them b*tches gas you up (hm)
they gon’ get it too

[chorus]
i’m on your head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees) toes (toes)
head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees) toes (toes)
tried to be the bigger person
you ain’t wanna let it go
i’m on your head (head), shoulders (shoulders)
knees (knees, ayy) toes (toes)

[verse 3]
i’m on her head and her n*gga (her n*gga)
might beat her ass off this liquor (i might)
real fat ass, he call me tigger (tiger)
i got her mad, i got her triggered (they mad)
if i step in the party, i’m popping it off
i see a opp in this b*tch, ayy
who is them b*tches? them b*tches is raw
them hoes not stopping sh*t (ayy)
take my n*gga, i’ma use your tongue, get my l!ck back, hm
breaking me down like a kit*kat
broke*ass n*gga, nah, i can’t fix that
can’t cuff no n*gga, i ain’t with that (i’m not)
he like his b*tches bad
i’ma real bad b*tch, come with class
them hoes be talking plenty sh*t
’til get on they ass
[refrain]
all these b*tches do is bark (they barkin’)
they ain’t never got no bite (they never)
all that typing back and forth
b*tch don’t never wanna come fight
i got sticks, i got stones
i don’t got no words for you (the f*ck?)
let the them b*tches gas you up (hm)
they gon’ get it too

- gloss up lyrics

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