Dom Corleo - Glo Baby lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Glo Baby lyrics]
I said I'm a glo baby you wanna know, baby
How I keep control, baby
How I'm on a roll, baby
Yeah, I could have done wit' my eyes closed
I was down, I was so low
Too strapped, keep two poles, go, go
Ridin' 'round wit' that thang on me
Them choppa bullets got your name on 'em
In LA, baby, sippin' drank on 'em
Lotta bitches say I went fake on 'em
I ain't go fake, I just got in my bag
Got out my feelins' and got me some cash
Too broke, had to get off my ass, go, go
I'm in my zone i'm countin' this dough, baby
When you come over give me more, baby
I need you in my life
I don't need nun' else
Just you and the cup wit' me on my side
Bitch, we smokin' ZaZa
In the hills smokin' on exotic
You're likely gon' cry about it
Ain't buyin' that shit
She gon' bitch 'bout it
But, bitch, you just anothеr body
Girl, you ain't put no racks in my pockets
Don't make me go and tradе
Your ass for that Oxy'
Had to tell a hoe that I
I said I'm a glo baby you wanna know, baby
How I keep control, baby
How I'm on a roll, baby
Yeah, I could have done wit' my eyes closed
I was down, I was so low
Too strapped, keep two poles, go, go
Ridin' 'round wit' that thang on me
Them choppa bullets got your name on 'em
In LA, baby, sippin' drank on 'em
Lotta bitches say I went fake on 'em
I ain't go fake, I just got in my bag
Got out my feelins' and got me some cash
Too broke, had to get off my ass, go, go
How I keep control, baby
How I'm on a roll, baby
Yeah, I could have done wit' my eyes closed
I was down, I was so low
Too strapped, keep two poles, go, go
Ridin' 'round wit' that thang on me
Them choppa bullets got your name on 'em
In LA, baby, sippin' drank on 'em
Lotta bitches say I went fake on 'em
I ain't go fake, I just got in my bag
Got out my feelins' and got me some cash
Too broke, had to get off my ass, go, go
I'm in my zone i'm countin' this dough, baby
When you come over give me more, baby
I need you in my life
I don't need nun' else
Just you and the cup wit' me on my side
Bitch, we smokin' ZaZa
In the hills smokin' on exotic
You're likely gon' cry about it
Ain't buyin' that shit
She gon' bitch 'bout it
But, bitch, you just anothеr body
Girl, you ain't put no racks in my pockets
Don't make me go and tradе
Your ass for that Oxy'
Had to tell a hoe that I
I said I'm a glo baby you wanna know, baby
How I keep control, baby
How I'm on a roll, baby
Yeah, I could have done wit' my eyes closed
I was down, I was so low
Too strapped, keep two poles, go, go
Ridin' 'round wit' that thang on me
Them choppa bullets got your name on 'em
In LA, baby, sippin' drank on 'em
Lotta bitches say I went fake on 'em
I ain't go fake, I just got in my bag
Got out my feelins' and got me some cash
Too broke, had to get off my ass, go, go