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Gloss Up - From Cross Da Way Lyrics



Gloss Up - From Cross Da Way Lyrics
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[ Featuring Icewear Vezzo ]

(dMac got me too bangin')
I feel like jumpin'
I really feel like whoopin' somebody ass
Hahaha, watch this
Yeah

Ayy, keep the glock inside my clothes, can't let no nigga try to play me (the f*ck?)
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (on god)
Pillow-talkin'-ass niggas, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (bad bitch)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (I'm trickin')
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today (on god)
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today (and beat they ass)

Usher, we gon' let it burn
Swear them hoes ain't never learn
One way, yeah, I'm talkin' you (lil' ho), you gon' get a turn
Sticks and stones, we breakin' bones, apply the pressure and broke they neck (what?)
You was talkin' cash shit, but now you bouncin' like them checks
These bitches be counterfeit, they diamonds dry, my diamonds real (my shit real)
I can't wait to catch a bitch and knock her top off like I'm Bill (on god)
MLB or NBA, the nigga I'm with is out your league (tried)
Bitches always tryna count my pockets, this is not your cheese (what?)
They know Gloss Up been bossed up since peewee, now I'm major league (I'm major)
Girl, you know your nigga wanna stay, I had to make him leave
You can keep the dick, I got the head, that shit amazin' (amazin')
Gloss Up, I'm really up for real, I'm talkin' nosebleed (I'm up)

Ayy, keep the glock inside my clothes, can't let no nigga try to play me
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s (ayy)
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (the f*ck?)
Pillow-talkin'-ass niggas, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (on god)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (swear these niggas worse than bitches)
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today

I be spendin', Rollie diamonds hittin', thirty in my glizzy
Got a winner, eat me up like dinner, thick as hell like Megan
Get to trippin', pour me up some Trishy, might pop out with Glitter
Bitch, you better be lucky that I'm tippin', f*ck I look like trickin'?
Poppin' shit, all my watches hit, I f*ck on thots and shit
If that pussy hit, might cop a kit, lil' ho, you not the shit
F&N, shoot that bitch like Curry, get your noggin hit
Might throw eighty thousand up in Onyx, rain 'em out this bitch
Got a brand new chop and baby Drac', they look like twins
Dude ain't never took no risk day in his life, that ain't my mans, huh
I fell off and ran me up a check, got rich again
Count up some shit, made me a ten
Turned them tens to some M's, nigga, yeah

Ayy, keep the Glock inside my clothes, can't let no nigga try to play me
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s (ayy)
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (the f*ck?)
Pillow-talkin'-ass niggas, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (on god)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (swear these niggas worse than bitches)
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today
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English

(dMac got me too bangin')
I feel like jumpin'
I really feel like whoopin' somebody ass
Hahaha, watch this
Yeah

Ayy, keep the glock inside my clothes, can't let no nigga try to play me (the f*ck?)
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (on god)
Pillow-talkin'-ass niggas, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (bad bitch)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (I'm trickin')
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today (on god)
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today (and beat they ass)

Usher, we gon' let it burn
Swear them hoes ain't never learn
One way, yeah, I'm talkin' you (lil' ho), you gon' get a turn
Sticks and stones, we breakin' bones, apply the pressure and broke they neck (what?)
You was talkin' cash shit, but now you bouncin' like them checks
These bitches be counterfeit, they diamonds dry, my diamonds real (my shit real)
I can't wait to catch a bitch and knock her top off like I'm Bill (on god)
MLB or NBA, the nigga I'm with is out your league (tried)
Bitches always tryna count my pockets, this is not your cheese (what?)
They know Gloss Up been bossed up since peewee, now I'm major league (I'm major)
Girl, you know your nigga wanna stay, I had to make him leave
You can keep the dick, I got the head, that shit amazin' (amazin')
Gloss Up, I'm really up for real, I'm talkin' nosebleed (I'm up)

Ayy, keep the glock inside my clothes, can't let no nigga try to play me
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s (ayy)
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (the f*ck?)
Pillow-talkin'-ass niggas, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (on god)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (swear these niggas worse than bitches)
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today

I be spendin', Rollie diamonds hittin', thirty in my glizzy
Got a winner, eat me up like dinner, thick as hell like Megan
Get to trippin', pour me up some Trishy, might pop out with Glitter
Bitch, you better be lucky that I'm tippin', f*ck I look like trickin'?
Poppin' shit, all my watches hit, I f*ck on thots and shit
If that pussy hit, might cop a kit, lil' ho, you not the shit
F&N, shoot that bitch like Curry, get your noggin hit
Might throw eighty thousand up in Onyx, rain 'em out this bitch
Got a brand new chop and baby Drac', they look like twins
Dude ain't never took no risk day in his life, that ain't my mans, huh
I fell off and ran me up a check, got rich again
Count up some shit, made me a ten
Turned them tens to some M's, nigga, yeah

Ayy, keep the Glock inside my clothes, can't let no nigga try to play me
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s (ayy)
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (the f*ck?)
Pillow-talkin'-ass niggas, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (on god)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (swear these niggas worse than bitches)
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today
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Writer: Dyllan Mckinney, Jerrica Russell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Gloss Up
Featuring: Icewear Vezzo
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Dyllan Mckinney, Jerrica Russell

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