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glossy - gloss up & dubba-aa lyrics

[intro: gloss up]
attention, attention, hoes (dubba*aa flexin’)
bossy glossy, motherf*ckin’ flossy, y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on (melo)
let’s go
ayy
what? (this is the sound)
he like mm*mm*mm (yeah, mm), mm*mm*mm (glossy)
mm*mm*mm, mm*mm (glossy)

[chorus: gloss up]
i’m glossy
pretty b*tch, got my own d*mn pape’
talk sh*t, back it up, no debate
i’m glossy
what these p*ssy*ass hoes wanna do?
see me, b*tch, better go with your move
’cause i’m glossy
i’m the ass that n*gga eat off the bone
n*gga blocked, still callin’ my phone
i’m glossy
p*ssy got him puttin’ my name in a song
walk around that n*gga mansion in thongs
i’m glossy

[verse 1: gloss up]
he like the way i l!ck my lips (mwah), that glossy
fine sh*t, i can’t keep this dreadhead up off me (i can’t)
mrs. bring the b*tches out (yeah), that’s what they call me (they call me)
i’m fiendin’ for that n*gga, need that meat, call him arby’s (need that)
good b*tch, still a baddie, bring me home to his mammy (his what?)
gettin’ money been a habit (a habit), in la, i’m out in traffic (skrrt, skrrt)
tlc, we creepin’ on the low (creepin’), we never seen my addy (never)
georgia n*gga, he like peaches, so i told him come and grab me (come here, what?)
[pre*chorus: gloss up]
diamonds on his grill, di*diamonds on his chain (yup)
he like, “baby, you the one,” steady screamin’ out my name (huh)
i’m like what the f*ck a side b*tch? (what?), always been a main (always)
b*tch, i’m thicker than my accent, he like how i say “mane”

[verse 2: gloss up]
b*tch, don’t ask me ’bout a ho i ain’t with
b*tch, don’t ask me ’bout a n*gga i ain’t hit
left who? (who?), f*ck them hoes ’cause i’m still that b*tch (the f*ck?)
f*ck them n*ggas ’cause they still ain’t sh*t (that’s on my mama)
diamonds clarity (f*ck ’em), i don’t see no ho ahead of me
b*tches can’t do sh*t for me but come and drop that head on me
gloss, don’t you got a lip gloss? dusty hoes need to shop with me (yup)
told her she can have the n*gga, why the f*ck he still all over me? (what?)
[pre*chorus: gloss up]
diamonds on his grill, di*diamonds on his chain (what?)
diamonds on his grill, di*diamonds on his chain (what?)
diamonds on his grill, di*diamonds on his chain
b*tch, i’m thicker than my accent, he like how i say “mane”

[outro]
(this is the sound)

- gloss up dubba aa lyrics

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