GloRilla - Don't Kno Remix lyrics
GloRilla [Gloria Hallelujah Woods] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[GloRilla - Don't Kno Remix lyrics]
He like, "We gon' see each
Other today?" I'm like
"Where your ho at?"
(Where your ho at?)
Nigga see me poppin' shit and now
He want his ho back
(It's too late now)
Got his name saved in my
Phone as "Don't Answer" ayy
(Ayy, ayy)
But if I'm drunk enough
I might just fuck around and answer
(Ayy, let me see that phone)
Nigga toxic, he don't wanna text
He tryna come and see me
(God)
How the fuck we go from arguin'
To me bustin' on his VVs?
(What the fuck?)
Pussy got some knockout
Make a nigga catch a DV
(Bah, bah)
Made his ass an ex, he was about to be my BD
(Thank you for calling Planned Parenthood)
I be like, "I'm done with him, this time
That nigga blew it"
(On God, I'm done)
'Til he come and fuck the brains outta
My ass and get me back stupid
(I love him)
We just fuck from time to time, in public
That's my young nigga
He say I'm a player
He know I'm just havin' fun with 'em
(None of that shit serious)
Nah, he say I'm a dirt bike, I
Get nasty when I ride it
Uh
Told him eat the cake like Anna
Mae, he better not bite it
Ayy
(Eat the cake)
Bitch, I'm gettin ripped tonight
Shit got me excited
(On gang)
And yeah, he got a bitch
I asked him why he didn't invite her
Man, why you ain't, didn't
Invite the bitch
Man?
I told you the ho could've came, man
I got this ho all on my motherfuckin' dick
Whole time, I'm still ain't comin'
Off your motherfuckin' ass
On the gang
Way he lick me like a cigar
It's smoke about that nigga
(On the gang)
He callin' me his rider
But we fuckin' in the bitch car
(Nigga fucked up)
He thinkin' that I love him 'cause
I say that when we fuckin'
Got that nigga tryna lock in
I can't clock in
That's your bitch job
(Just the ho job)
Be tellin' folks he cut me off
His scissors dull as hell
(What?)
And if they sit up and believe his ass
They just as dumb as him
(Stupid-ass niggas)
Hate when niggas be on lame shit
Tellin' people that they fucked me
(Lame-ass nigga)
But I'm the type to put it on
My life that you ain't touch me
(Swear to God)
Let a nigga get to playin' with me
I'm quick to yell out fuck him
Go to sleep and get on business the
Next day like it wasn't nothin'
Ayy
(It wasn't shit)
When it come to niggas, I'm a urinal
I take no shit
And, baby, I'm the one
I don't come second after no bitch
(Swear to God)
He know I'm a different bitch
So I ain't worried 'bout his bitches
(nah)
And he don't ask me who I'm fuckin'
Nigga know it ain't his business
(Shh)
He ain't tryna fall in love with me
He know I got them niggas
(Glorilla, bitch)
We 'posed to be in love
So he can't get me out the picture
(Pose)
Every time I get drunk
He the nigga I'ma call on
Gotta keep a couple niggas
In the cut, though
Just to fall on
Have his face all in my ass
Then go and get in bitches' faces
(Ugh)
Probably why they lookin' shitty
Bitches know they can't replace me
On the gang
Other today?" I'm like
"Where your ho at?"
(Where your ho at?)
Nigga see me poppin' shit and now
He want his ho back
(It's too late now)
Got his name saved in my
Phone as "Don't Answer" ayy
(Ayy, ayy)
But if I'm drunk enough
I might just fuck around and answer
(Ayy, let me see that phone)
Nigga toxic, he don't wanna text
He tryna come and see me
(God)
How the fuck we go from arguin'
To me bustin' on his VVs?
(What the fuck?)
Pussy got some knockout
Make a nigga catch a DV
(Bah, bah)
Made his ass an ex, he was about to be my BD
(Thank you for calling Planned Parenthood)
I be like, "I'm done with him, this time
That nigga blew it"
(On God, I'm done)
'Til he come and fuck the brains outta
My ass and get me back stupid
(I love him)
We just fuck from time to time, in public
That's my young nigga
He say I'm a player
He know I'm just havin' fun with 'em
(None of that shit serious)
Nah, he say I'm a dirt bike, I
Get nasty when I ride it
Uh
Told him eat the cake like Anna
Mae, he better not bite it
Ayy
(Eat the cake)
Bitch, I'm gettin ripped tonight
Shit got me excited
(On gang)
And yeah, he got a bitch
I asked him why he didn't invite her
Man, why you ain't, didn't
Invite the bitch
Man?
I told you the ho could've came, man
I got this ho all on my motherfuckin' dick
Whole time, I'm still ain't comin'
Off your motherfuckin' ass
On the gang
Way he lick me like a cigar
It's smoke about that nigga
(On the gang)
He callin' me his rider
But we fuckin' in the bitch car
(Nigga fucked up)
He thinkin' that I love him 'cause
I say that when we fuckin'
Got that nigga tryna lock in
I can't clock in
That's your bitch job
(Just the ho job)
Be tellin' folks he cut me off
His scissors dull as hell
(What?)
And if they sit up and believe his ass
They just as dumb as him
(Stupid-ass niggas)
Hate when niggas be on lame shit
Tellin' people that they fucked me
(Lame-ass nigga)
But I'm the type to put it on
My life that you ain't touch me
(Swear to God)
Let a nigga get to playin' with me
I'm quick to yell out fuck him
Go to sleep and get on business the
Next day like it wasn't nothin'
Ayy
(It wasn't shit)
When it come to niggas, I'm a urinal
I take no shit
And, baby, I'm the one
I don't come second after no bitch
(Swear to God)
He know I'm a different bitch
So I ain't worried 'bout his bitches
(nah)
And he don't ask me who I'm fuckin'
Nigga know it ain't his business
(Shh)
He ain't tryna fall in love with me
He know I got them niggas
(Glorilla, bitch)
We 'posed to be in love
So he can't get me out the picture
(Pose)
Every time I get drunk
He the nigga I'ma call on
Gotta keep a couple niggas
In the cut, though
Just to fall on
Have his face all in my ass
Then go and get in bitches' faces
(Ugh)
Probably why they lookin' shitty
Bitches know they can't replace me
On the gang