a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

with you - gloss up lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
you be doin’ that one sh*t
huh? huh?

[chorus: sk!lla baby & gloss up]
you bad as f*ck, but can’t n0body say they f*ckin’ you (ain’t f*ckin’ you)
that’s the sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that p*ssy good, but can’t no n*gga say they touchin’ you (they ain’t touchin’ you)
that’s the sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you, huh)
you the sh*t, girl, you top two, but you the one, not two (you the one, not two)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (what’s up, sk!lla? glossy, they fall in—, huh)

[verse 1: gloss up]
i’m fine as f*ck, these n*ggas know i stand on everything i say (on god)
got no time for n*ggas’ games, you know my kids like to play (you know that)
he say i’m his pretty problem (problem), plus i’m skinny in the waist
these hoes ain’t no competition, b*tch, i run my own race (my own)
he say he love me ’cause i bust it down up in a stance (a stance)
my money long, i go for hours, hate a minuteman (i hate ’em)
he say, “i hold you down, i f*ck with you, so hold the strap” (hold the what?)
i get wet, he call me tap, lift me on top, i never tap (never)
ooh, he say he love the gloss (you love that)
i’ll put you on some sh*t, lil’ n*gga, f*ckin’ with a boss (f*ckin’ with a boss)
i doubled up on all my exes, counted every loss (counted every loss)
and i can’t never f*ck no n*gga who can’t cover costs (the f*ck?)
[chorus: sk!lla baby & gloss up]
you bad as f*ck, but can’t n0body say they f*ckin’ you (ain’t f*ckin’ you)
that’s the sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that p*ssy good, but can’t no n*gga say they touchin’ you (they ain’t touchin’ you)
that’s the sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you, huh)
you the sh*t, girl, you top two, but you the one, not two (you the one, not two)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (ayy, they fall in love with you)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (glossy, they fall in—, huh)

[verse 2: gloss up]
this that sh*t that make a n*gga fall in love with me (in love)
toxic and i’m c*cky, pretty b*tch rollin’ up his weed
love to be my n*gga, so he know just not to play with me
love to get his nut off, when that nut off, it do somethin’ to me
like my n*ggas with big bags, i don’t wanna hear sh*t ’bout what you had
his b*tch hit real different, he got every right to f*ckin’ brag
she not ’bout her money, she a broke b*tch, that’s a red flag (uh*uh)
and i don’t gotta suck d*ck, when i walk in, that’s a real gag (shh)
them hoes quiet (quiet), you don’t gotta tell me i’m fine (i’m fine)
two lines through a dollar sign when he asked me what’s my sign (my sign)
when he asked me what’s my number (what’s that?), it’s chanel no. 9 (no. 9)
i’m a bad*ass lil’ b*tch (lil’ b*tch), this sh*t need to be a crime (ayy)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
you bad as f*ck, but can’t n0body say they f*ckin’ you (ain’t f*ckin’ you)
that’s the sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that p*ssy good, but can’t no n*gga say they touchin’ you (they ain’t touchin’ you)
that’s the sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you, huh)
you the sh*t, girl, you top two, but you the one, not two (you the one, not two)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in love with you)
that’s that sh*t that make these n*ggas fall in love with you (they fall in—, huh)

- gloss up lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular