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glorilla & lil durk – ex’s (phatnall remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: glorilla]
glorilla
man, people be mad and people be hurt
don’t be listenin’ to sh_t these folks got to say about me
just come and see what’s up with me
you see, know what i’m sayin’?
like, people be real deal mad
my exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
like, they ain’t got sh_t good to say about me
like, know what i’m sayin’? (kokurcho keeps going)
yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib
[chorus: glorilla & lil durk]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n_ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face bеcause them n_ggas dead (rеst in p_ss)
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b_tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (go, they at the bottom)
money talk but i don’t answer, f_ck collect calls (go, go, go, f_ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b_tches, make they flesh crawl (let’s get it, ooh_wee)
and i say, “f_ck a n_gga,” proudly with my neck tall (f_ck ’em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p_ssy, boy, this fentanyl (smurk, it’s to die for)

[verse 1: lil durk]
all them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked (man, what?)
lyin’ on me to get some views on your page, you mad, sis?
labels try to pay for fake relationships, it’s that rough?
half you hoes be likin’ hoes for real, but we ain’t gon’ cut you off
i been through the mud, i been on my own, i’m rare (i’m rare)
this the first person i cared about, i’m goin’ through phones now (mwah)
booka f_cked both of my old hoes, they f_ckin’ hate me now (ask ’em)
i just start back makin’ love songs, i nda ’em now (can’t trust ’em, let’s get it)
ain’t too rich to f_ck my old hoes, i make ’em pay me now (pay me now)
doodie whisper in my ear, “i want glorilla right now”
then she lied now, i ain’t the dada, b_tch, don’t hide now (weirdo)
ain’t no wi_fi, but elon musk, i got you verified
i’m the type of n_gga spit on her casket at her repass (go, go, tou)
micro mini drac’ come from the closet, look like wee man (go, go)
trench b_tches, they don’t care ’bout lashes, they want ski masks (they want ski masks)
i just talked to shiesty, i got some k!llers round ’em, ask him, yeah (on moe)
this b_tch said her n_gga just started drinkin’, i had to tax ’em (had to tax his ass)
before i had a ‘cat, i had a rat b_tch in a maxima (skrr, skrr, skrr)
i d_mn near f_cked up three relationships, go and ask ’em (go)
i just saved your ass (how?)
you just called dede a rapper, he a k!ller, n_gga
[chorus: glorilla]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n_ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face because them n_ggas dead (rest in p_ss)
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b_tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
money talk but i don’t answer, f_ck collect calls (f_ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b_tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh_wee)
and i say, “f_ck a n_gga,” proudly with my neck tall (f_ck ’em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p_ssy, boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)

[verse 2: glorilla]
don’t go off what that n_gga told you, boo, that n_gga hurtin’ (he f_cked up)
he post about me to this day but i don’t need to lurk (n_gga miss me)
he tried to take a dime for granted, he ain’t seen my work (took a l)
you tryna see the good in him but he might do you worse (b_tch, run)
should i act up on a n_gga who ain’t actin’ right? (why you do that?)
’cause i be d_mned if a n_gga make me lose my appetite (nah, f_ck that)
and now my ex is dead to me, i hit they candle light (lee)
drop one ho and added ten new more, this sh_t some magic, right? (yeah)
and if i ever fall in love again that n_gga rock (he different)
and i can tell if he a peon, let that n_gga talk (just listen)
better not hold no ho for ransom, let that n_gga go (cut him loose)
you braggin’ ’bout how you got four but what that n_gga bought? (stupid_ass n_gga)

[chorus: glorilla]
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n_ggas sad (they sick)
might get ’em tatted on my face because them n_ggas dead (rest in p_ss)
don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b_tches mad (they cut off)
if you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
money talk but i don’t answer, f_ck collect calls (f_ck the system)
and i be steppin’ on these b_tches, make they flesh crawl (ooh_wee)
and i say, “f_ck a n_gga,” proudly with my neck tall (f_ck ’em)
then tell ’em throw that neck back for this p_ssy, boy, this fentanyl (it’s to die for)

- glorilla lil durk

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