Glamorous

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FCG Heem - Rap, USA

Glamorous

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[Intro] Uh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, free Lil Quez, free Lil Koopa ASAP Ayy, long live Lil Steve, long live Lil Herb, bro (Produced by JayO) [Chorus] Them niggas don't wanna me ball, don't what they got against me (I don't what they got against me) I think I'm humble, I bought a Benz, I could've bought a Bentley (Oh, I could've bought a Bentley) I'm the man on my side, I don't think you wanna tempt me (I don't think you wanna tempt me) Keep on grindin' 'til my net worth look like Oprah Winfrey's (Look like Oprah Winfrey's) Nigga tweetin' like I don't know niggas ready to die 'bout me (Ready to die 'bout me) Fingers cut up from countin' this money, I had a wild, wild week (I had a wild, wild week) I can't go, I'm sorry, mama, I ride with sticks on me (I ride with sticks on me) Tattoo your name on my face, girl, you're all I need (That's all I need) [Verse] Give this shit my all, too many niggas don't get a shot at this (Too many niggas don't get a shot at this) Tell me niggas to keep waitin' for me to flip, I might never miss (Oh, I'm gon' never miss) Really from the hood, them people know me by my government (Know me by my government) Foreign cars swervin' through the hood, they ain't imagine this (They ain't imagine this) Fly shit, but I be way bad, duckin' from the cameras (Duckin' from the cameras) Bossed up, got me livin' somethin' like Fergie, Glamorous (Somethin' like Fergie, Fergie) Disrespect won't be tolerated 'round here, it's gon' be hammers up (Oh, it's gon' be hammers up) Run them bands up, put my mama in the Lam' truck (Put my mama in the Lam' truck) The hood love me, I love the hood more (I love the hood more) I'm thinkin' 'bout rentin' a Tahoe, up the damn score (Up the damn score) Nigga think 'bout playin' with my folks, won't see tomorrow (See tomorrow) Nigga think I switched, switch this bitch to semi-auto (Switch this bitch to semi-auto) Oh, I did make it out the hood, the chances like hittin' the lotto (Chances like hittin' the lotto) Bad bitch, but she classy, somethin' like Big Latto (Somethin' like Big Latto) It ain't no limit nowhere I go, with the killers in Chicago (Killers in Chicago) No inglés, no hablo, mob ties like Pablo (Mob ties like Pablo) [Chorus] Them niggas don't wanna me ball, don't what they got against me (I don't what they got against me) I think I'm humble, I bought a Benz, I could've bought a Bentley (I could've bought a Bentley) I'm the man on my side, I don't think you wanna tempt me (I don't think you wanna tempt me) Keep on grindin' 'til my net worth look like Oprah Winfrey's (Oh, it's gon' look like Oprah Winfrey's) Nigga tweetin' like I don't know niggas ready to die 'bout me (I don't know niggas dyin' 'bout me) Fingers cut up from countin' this money, I had a wild, wild week (I had a wild, wild week) I can't go, I'm sorry, mama, I ride with sticks on me (I ride with sticks on me) Tattoo your name on my face, girl, you're all I need (All I need) [Outro] All I need Tattoo your my face on my, girl, that's all I need All I need Name on, girl, that's all I need On my, girl, that's all I need Tattoo your my face on my name, girl, that's all I need Uh, all I need Tattoo your name on my face, girl, that's all I need

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  • FCG Heem