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Wanna Be (with Megan Thee Stallion & Cardi B) - Chopped And Screwed Remix
GloRilla
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(Ace, turn that heat on, n—, let's go)
These bitches be borin'-corny (Corny)
Pop out, new bag, new jewelry (Baow)
Throwin' ass all on my story (Uh)
I don't make up for dollar for, dollar for (Brr)
I wake up to new hoes on my dick (On my dick)
I be cute, so I pose for a, pose for a pic
Know they watchin', I blow 'em a kiss (Mwah)
I be actin' like hoes don't exist (Woo)
Got a, got a truck that a rapper can't cop me
I pop out, make a ho get anxiety (Uh)
I pop, I pop shit, gotta block me (Woo)
And my toes white like Matthew McConaughey (Ahh)
New, new thots on the floor, she floorin' (Floorin')
Two ass and stuff, keep throwin' (Throwin')
Skrrt, ridin' up, so the panties keep showin'
Should I take off? All these hoes keep goin'
H-H-E-Y, heavy (Okay)
I'm not toxic, I'm deadly (Woo)
Bitches look a mess and be messy
I pop, I pop shits on jet ski (Vroom)
Hickory dickory dock, they take my pic to the top
Like, "Give me the shit that she got," comin' out lumpy (Ooh)
Bitches be chippity-chop (Aight)
I hop out the Lamb' and I jump in the Culli'
Textin' your man while I lay on my tummy
Fuckin' on your ho when it's sunny
Guess I'm her teacher since she wanna suck me (Ahh)
She know I had no idea (Idea)
Thought she was on the shelf, IKEA (IKEA)
I'm stoked like that when I see her (Woo)
Please don't nobody wanna, body wanna
Deep lookin' nigga, weak lookin' nigga
"Great value me" lookin' nigga
Girl, these bitches be borin'-corny
I'ma hit, delete, every tweet lookin' nigga
He don't, he don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy, white boy, wasted, Channing Tatum
His ho wanna be kept, I don't keep 'em
He don't want the paper, then bitch, don't keep it
Bitch, I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Bitches love me like Justin Bieber
He in love with Glo, never got the cookie, but got my name (Name)
Killer work, killer work, don't know who
He killed, I heard they blamed (Blamed)
Never full, when it's time to eat, I be his main (Main)
Phantom, NYC, New York Fashion Week, Tommy Hil' jacket
Tell these hoes to stay dangerous '
Cause nann one of they niggas safe (Nah)
My nigga say he faithful, I still got a freak, just in case (Got to)
I can't lie, I used to simp so hard, but them my old ways
It's 365 days in the year, couldn't play with me on none of them days
Freaky nigga (Uh), don't even wear no condoms
Don't know how to treat a lady
The fuck, I oughta smack your mama
Pussy wet, pussy wet (That's me), so I talk how I want
Save a nigga, who? Who I look like? (Fuck out my face, nigga)
Shooter like (Fuck out my face, nigga, nah, nah)
He don't, he don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy, white boy, wasted, Channing Tatum
His ho wanna be kept, I don't keep 'em
He don't want the paper, then bitch, don't keep it
Bitch, I don't get left, I'm a leaver (Real hot girl shit)
Bitches love me like Justin
B-B-A-D-D-E-S-T (Ayy)
Same group date, used to wanna be besties (Yeah)
You can get your wig turned like Effie
I don't need insurance 'cause a bitch came, bitch came ready (Yeah)
When I'm out, I'm comin' like Freddy (Like)
I'm mother, hangin' on my check is your daddy
Copped that tee, ho, catch it
You look like a discount (Ayy), look like a discount (Ayy)
I'm the Female Titan, I'm steppin' on bitches
I'm showin' my niggas I tore up the city (Yeah, yeah)
A P-I-M-P, I be fuckin' bitches (Yeah)
She run back to me 'cause you borin' a nigga (Borin' a nigga)
Fuck is a layover? I ain't waitin' (I ain't waitin')
I get the bag, then I change destinations (Yeah)
These niggas be crazy, I don't blame 'em (I don't blame 'em)
I'm a dog too, I don't want your ho, I don't want your ho (Beep)
He don't, he don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy, white boy, wasted, Channing Tatum
His ho wanna be kept, I don't keep 'em
He don't want the paper, then bitch, don't keep it
Bitch, I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Bitches love me like Justin Bieber
Ah, ah
Go mad, go mad (Baow)
Go mad (Baow), go mad (Baow)
Go mad (Baow), go mad (Baow)
Go mad (Ah)
Get 'em, Glo (Ayy)
Get 'em, Glo (Uh)
Get 'em, Glo (Woo)
Get 'em, Glo (Gang)
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, Glo (Woo)
Get 'em, Glo (Gang)
Get 'em, Glo (Baow)
Ghost, ghost (Who?), Ghostie (Go who?)
Ghostie (Go who?), get 'em, C (Go who?)
Get 'em, C (Go who?), go me (Uh-huh)
Go me (Uh-huh), go me (Uh-huh, ah)