Lady XO - Lovely lyrics
Lady XO [Chicago, Illinois. U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lady XO - Lovely lyrics]
Breakin' down a bag I gotta
Say I'm feelin' lovely
I ain't ask em for a lot but
I could tell who really love me
Bitch I got it on my own so
They ain't takin' nothin' from me
Thought you hit for 50k so
How you runnin' outta money
I appreciate the days I made it
Rain when it was sunny
I'm a demon they gon' need some
Fuckin' shades the way I'm coming
Treat me different when I'm winning came
A way from bein' bummy
Sacrificed for what I wanted they gon'
Tell me I was lucky
When you up they want your life so
On my momma I'ma tuck it
Tellin' stories like you hard I swear
To God you ain't seen nothin'
One thing about me I'ma hustle I
Got work stuffed in a duffle
Bitch keep tryna get her point across
Sound better with a muzzle yeah
Bitches press up they don't want it
Srt be pushin' p's and you can't
Catch me if I launch it
I'ma get the shit I wanted
It ain't for me never lost it
They ain't comin' with a bag next
Time around it's gonna cost em
Glizzy never shy gon' pop out
On you feelin' awesome
They ain't never kept it solid
Honestly I never lost em
Rather waste his time on games but if
It's me I rather boss up
Matter if you hate or love me
Either way I'm still the topic
Love to gossip I can't hang around
Them bitches ain't an option
You was bold the way you handled
That I know you movin' cautious
You ain't say that when you saw us
Had the nerve to double cross me
Act like you knowin' what the cost is
Play with life I went and bought his
And I ain't arguin' you not it
I still own all of my masters
Doin' numbers that means I win
Shit is facts I'm havin' leverage
I like Glocks he like the wessons
It ain't shit to hit your best man
Ain't no blood drippin' from my hands
Pray for enemies I got bands
He just hatin' because he can't
Oh you still talkin' number one fan
I need house gains maybe new lamb
I'm stuck in my bag don't give a
Fuck bout what a bitch say
Heard he talkin' slick and that's the
Reason got his shit sprayed
Gassin' like he got hoes but I
Hit him guess he bitch made
I had bread before this rap shit
Little goofy bitch I been paid
Eye to eye that's life for life but
It ain't fair where I'ma take it
Make me activate some members they
Leave bodies all forsaken
Caught him walkin' with his dick out I
Might send a bitch to break him
Send some trees back to the city
It's a touchdown I'ma shake em yeah
Send some trees to the city it's a
Touchdown we gon' shake em yeah
Say I'm feelin' lovely
I ain't ask em for a lot but
I could tell who really love me
Bitch I got it on my own so
They ain't takin' nothin' from me
Thought you hit for 50k so
How you runnin' outta money
I appreciate the days I made it
Rain when it was sunny
I'm a demon they gon' need some
Fuckin' shades the way I'm coming
Treat me different when I'm winning came
A way from bein' bummy
Sacrificed for what I wanted they gon'
Tell me I was lucky
When you up they want your life so
On my momma I'ma tuck it
Tellin' stories like you hard I swear
To God you ain't seen nothin'
One thing about me I'ma hustle I
Got work stuffed in a duffle
Bitch keep tryna get her point across
Sound better with a muzzle yeah
Bitches press up they don't want it
Srt be pushin' p's and you can't
Catch me if I launch it
I'ma get the shit I wanted
It ain't for me never lost it
They ain't comin' with a bag next
Time around it's gonna cost em
Glizzy never shy gon' pop out
On you feelin' awesome
They ain't never kept it solid
Honestly I never lost em
Rather waste his time on games but if
It's me I rather boss up
Matter if you hate or love me
Either way I'm still the topic
Love to gossip I can't hang around
Them bitches ain't an option
You was bold the way you handled
That I know you movin' cautious
You ain't say that when you saw us
Had the nerve to double cross me
Act like you knowin' what the cost is
Play with life I went and bought his
And I ain't arguin' you not it
I still own all of my masters
Doin' numbers that means I win
Shit is facts I'm havin' leverage
I like Glocks he like the wessons
It ain't shit to hit your best man
Ain't no blood drippin' from my hands
Pray for enemies I got bands
He just hatin' because he can't
Oh you still talkin' number one fan
I need house gains maybe new lamb
I'm stuck in my bag don't give a
Fuck bout what a bitch say
Heard he talkin' slick and that's the
Reason got his shit sprayed
Gassin' like he got hoes but I
Hit him guess he bitch made
I had bread before this rap shit
Little goofy bitch I been paid
Eye to eye that's life for life but
It ain't fair where I'ma take it
Make me activate some members they
Leave bodies all forsaken
Caught him walkin' with his dick out I
Might send a bitch to break him
Send some trees back to the city
It's a touchdown I'ma shake em yeah
Send some trees to the city it's a
Touchdown we gon' shake em yeah