Finesse Da Glo Lyrics By GloRilla

Two Of ’em
(d.a. got that dope)

I Don’t Do The Friend (Don’t Call Me Your Friend)
I Don’t Do The Buddy (I Am Not Your Buddy)
Don’t Need You To Cook, Don’t Need You To Clean,
Pull Up, We Fu*king (Pull Up And Get Out Of Here, Gone)
I Pour A Four In A Peach Arizona
I Hit Her Raw And Got Caught In The Moment (Oops)
I Got Her Saying She Love Me
B!tch, How You Love Me And Don’t Even Know Me? (Ah)
Bought Her Some Maison Margiela And
Now I Can Fu*k Her Whenever (Whenever I Want Her)
Speed Up On The Addy, Slow It Down On The Tesla (This A Percocet 30)
I’m Looking Through The Bulgari, Sorry, But I Can Tell You ‘flaging (You Cap)
Like, Free Black Haven, Free Big Larry (They Fed), They Really Was Mobbing (Mob)
Fu*k A Vouch (Fu*k That), Break Them Fifties Out, Fu*k A House
Hit My Man (Boom), All You See Is Shells Jumping Out (Jumping Out)
We The Klan (Aryan Nation), I Don’t Fu*k With Niggas, Kkk (Kkk)
If It Wasn’t For Choppers, Man, I Probably Wouldn’t Be Here Today

Get Your Ho And Tell Her To Pipe Down With Her Lil’ Ugly Ass
Let’s Go Stack For Stack, Not Body For Body With Your Little Fu*kin’ A*s
I Ain’t Botherin’ Nobody, If They Throwin’ Shots,
You Know That I’m Busting Back (Baow, Baow, Baow)
He Thinking He Doing Somethin’ ’til
I Turn Around, Then Just Get To Fu*king Back
I Know You Watchin’, Like Some Pictures Since You Lurkin’ (Ayy)
Raw As Hell, Gotta Come See It Person (Come Here)
It’s That Leo In Me, I Don’t Want You, I’m Just Flirtin’
B!tch, We Get Shit Done, We Not Post It, But We Workin’ (On Gang)

Okay, Your B!tch Want Me (Don’t It?)
You Caught Her Likin’ All My Pics And
You Was Sick, Wasn’t It? (Huh?)
Why You Keep Blowin’ Up My Phone?
You Want Some Dick, Don’t It? (I Know It)
The Way She Made Her Pus*y Squirt,
I Thought She Pissed On Me, Goddamn, Your Pus*y Wet
Okay, I Lost The Ho (What Happened?),
But Knocked Two More Ho*s The Same Day (Two Times)
Favoritism? (Ooh) I Treat All Ho*s The Same Way (The Same Way)
Say I’m A Trick? (Never) Ho, A Lie Ain’t Shit To Tell (Tell)
You Been Selling Pus*y Ten Years And You Still Broke As Hell (That’s Crazy)

Your Whole Clique Want Me (I Stamp It)
But Tell The Store Runners Move Over,
I Want The Big Homie (Get At Me)
This Pus*y Tight, He Like The Way
That Lil’ Joint Grip On It (This Pressure)
Ayy, This The Shit That Make You Wanna Leave Your B!tch,
Don’t It? (I Know It, Ooh-wee, She Gon’ Be Sick)
Confidence Through The Roof (On God),
They Say I’m Cocky, I Just Know I’m Fine
Can’t Go For Nothin’ (Nathan),
They Ass Gon’ Have Me Fu*ked Up Every Time
Say I’m A Ho? (Say What?)
Nigga Just Mad ’cause He Ain’t Fu*k Yet
Been In My Dms Seven Years And
Still Ain’t Had No Luck Yet (On Gang)

Credits:

Song:

Finesse Da Glo

Album:

Ehhthang Ehhthang

Vocals:

GloRilla & Finesse2Tymes

Written By:

GloRilla, Finesse2Tymes, Alex Villasana & d.a. got that dope

Music Produced By:

d.a. got that dope

Music Label: