WHATCHU KNO ABOUT ME Songtext

von GloRilla, Sexyy Red

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Der Songtext "WHATCHU KNO ABOUT ME" von GloRilla dreht sich um Selbstbewusstsein, Stolz und das Leben im Moment. GloRill...

GloRilla
It′s Glo, the motherfuckin' P
Y′all know what the fuck goin' on (AceC, turn that heat up, nigga)
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) on gang, gang
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) on gang, gang

Bitch, I'm from Memphis, what you know about me?
Big G-L-O in that GLE (ugh, ugh)
50 thousand, new Chanel shopping spree
And every time I pop it out, you know I A-T-E (ay, ay)
I′m that bitch, ho, get like me
You know it′s YWR, big CMG (wipe me down)
Small niggas, tall niggas, long paper, no small figures
50 bitches, all pretty, and we all litty (on gang)

I'm wearin′ booty shots (baow), 'cause my paper long (on God)
It′s a Friday night (what's up?), my nigga ain′t at home (let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (uh-huh), 'cause I don′t drink alone (hell no)
I′m outside again (let's get it), ′cause bitch, I hate at home (the fuck?)

It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
It′s giving hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah; on God)

S-E-X-Y-Y-R-E-D
You play with me, I put a pole on your teeth (grrah, baow)
I-I-I'm with my peoples, and we′re comin' 50 deep
Yeah, ain't know I was a hitta ′cause I′m always lookin' fleek (ah, ah)
C-C-Cash out new ball, AMG
Outside bubble gum with some bloody red seat (nyoom)
I-I like ratchet bitches twerkin′ to the beat (yeah)
If you hear this song playin', shake that ass for Glo and me (baow, baow)

I′m wearin' booty shots (baow), ′cause my paper long (on God)
It's a Friday night (what's up?), my nigga ain′t at home (let′s go)
I pour my bitches shots (uh-huh), 'cause I don′t drink alone (hell no)
I'm outside again (let′s get it), 'cause bitch, I hate at home (the fuck?)

It′s giving hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
It's giving hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)

Coochie drive 'em crazy, CDC
He a dog for the pussy, and you know I got the treat
Private entry through the club, fuck a fee
Bitch play with gang tonight, her face going on a tee (buh, buh)

Bad bitch, you know I′m thick as Coachella
You won′t never catch me slippin', I ain′t no fuckin' Cinderella, stupid bitch
Glo the P, and the P stand for poppin′
Neck on faucet, do my dance on them bitches since they're watchin′

I'm wearin' booty shots (baow), ′cause my paper long (on God)
It′s a Friday night (what's up?), my nigga ain′t at home (let's go)
I pour my bitches shots (uh-huh), ′cause I don't drink alone (hell no)
I′m outside again (let's get it), 'cause bitch, I hate at home (the fuck?)

It′s giving hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
It′s giving hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)
Hair, face, ass, titties (whoo, ay, ugh, yeah)