If I want it, it's something I got
There sit there and shot cuz I'm something to watch
Lil' mama was feeling the squad
So she wanna slide and come back to the spot
In the stu workin 1 to that 5
I got the bag showing under my eyes
You niggas been living a lie
Ripply's Believe or Not
I'm ducking the shots from the opps
I've been ducking the cameras, from dodging the pap
Mayweather, the weave and the bob
I've been feeling like someone should teach me to box
(Naaaa) I'd rather invest in some stocks
Wow, my money can grow while I'm knocked
You googly eyes for the watch
We tune in the sights on the yacht
I spent me sometime in the UK, so now I got girls from London to Dubai
My niggas move weight out the cribbo, but na na na he not the future guy
My passé dumb reckless
Got wild ass tempers
Sometimes gotta pull em aside
Like panties 1 time on the fly
Remind em what we got on line
When the cheddar arrive we divide
All of my family gon' eat and survive
These are dreams I had since like 9
Best believe I'm finna act like a child
We gon' pop all the bottles aside
All I wanna see is the smiles and vibes
Of the girls that I have in my life
But all that I need is the guys
My circle consist of like 5
Aint talkin the shop with my favorite fries
Aint my style to have preference and type
I like all various flavors and tribes
She talkin that talk
Your boy got the sauce
She know it's the savory kind
She used to not pay me no mind
Now when I bust it, she tells me it mine like
Who put the glow in my growth
Who put the dope in my flow
Who the hell told you, you hard boy
We call that doing the most
(Ahhhh)
Hookah my breathe with the smoke
I feel like Julio catching a post (Mr. Jones)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
No one little bitch im the goat
(Woah)
Who put the dope in my flow
Who put the glow in my growth
Who the hell told you, you hard boy
They must be proning some jokes
(Ahhh)
Hookah my breathe with the smoke
I feel like Julio catching a post (Mr. Jones)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
No one little bitch I'm the goat
(Woah, Woah)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
Mr. Julie
Pierce Ripanti - Glow Lyrics
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If I want it, it's something I got
There sit there and shot cuz I'm something to watch
Lil' mama was feeling the squad
So she wanna slide and come back to the spot
In the stu workin 1 to that 5
I got the bag showing under my eyes
You niggas been living a lie
Ripply's Believe or Not
I'm ducking the shots from the opps
I've been ducking the cameras, from dodging the pap
Mayweather, the weave and the bob
I've been feeling like someone should teach me to box
(Naaaa) I'd rather invest in some stocks
Wow, my money can grow while I'm knocked
You googly eyes for the watch
We tune in the sights on the yacht
I spent me sometime in the UK, so now I got girls from London to Dubai
My niggas move weight out the cribbo, but na na na he not the future guy
My passé dumb reckless
Got wild ass tempers
Sometimes gotta pull em aside
Like panties 1 time on the fly
Remind em what we got on line
When the cheddar arrive we divide
All of my family gon' eat and survive
These are dreams I had since like 9
Best believe I'm finna act like a child
We gon' pop all the bottles aside
All I wanna see is the smiles and vibes
Of the girls that I have in my life
But all that I need is the guys
My circle consist of like 5
Aint talkin the shop with my favorite fries
Aint my style to have preference and type
I like all various flavors and tribes
She talkin that talk
Your boy got the sauce
She know it's the savory kind
She used to not pay me no mind
Now when I bust it, she tells me it mine like
Who put the glow in my growth
Who put the dope in my flow
Who the hell told you, you hard boy
We call that doing the most
(Ahhhh)
Hookah my breathe with the smoke
I feel like Julio catching a post (Mr. Jones)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
No one little bitch im the goat
(Woah)
Who put the dope in my flow
Who put the glow in my growth
Who the hell told you, you hard boy
They must be proning some jokes
(Ahhh)
Hookah my breathe with the smoke
I feel like Julio catching a post (Mr. Jones)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
No one little bitch I'm the goat
(Woah, Woah)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
Mr. Julie
There sit there and shot cuz I'm something to watch
Lil' mama was feeling the squad
So she wanna slide and come back to the spot
In the stu workin 1 to that 5
I got the bag showing under my eyes
You niggas been living a lie
Ripply's Believe or Not
I'm ducking the shots from the opps
I've been ducking the cameras, from dodging the pap
Mayweather, the weave and the bob
I've been feeling like someone should teach me to box
(Naaaa) I'd rather invest in some stocks
Wow, my money can grow while I'm knocked
You googly eyes for the watch
We tune in the sights on the yacht
I spent me sometime in the UK, so now I got girls from London to Dubai
My niggas move weight out the cribbo, but na na na he not the future guy
My passé dumb reckless
Got wild ass tempers
Sometimes gotta pull em aside
Like panties 1 time on the fly
Remind em what we got on line
When the cheddar arrive we divide
All of my family gon' eat and survive
These are dreams I had since like 9
Best believe I'm finna act like a child
We gon' pop all the bottles aside
All I wanna see is the smiles and vibes
Of the girls that I have in my life
But all that I need is the guys
My circle consist of like 5
Aint talkin the shop with my favorite fries
Aint my style to have preference and type
I like all various flavors and tribes
She talkin that talk
Your boy got the sauce
She know it's the savory kind
She used to not pay me no mind
Now when I bust it, she tells me it mine like
Who put the glow in my growth
Who put the dope in my flow
Who the hell told you, you hard boy
We call that doing the most
(Ahhhh)
Hookah my breathe with the smoke
I feel like Julio catching a post (Mr. Jones)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
No one little bitch im the goat
(Woah)
Who put the dope in my flow
Who put the glow in my growth
Who the hell told you, you hard boy
They must be proning some jokes
(Ahhh)
Hookah my breathe with the smoke
I feel like Julio catching a post (Mr. Jones)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
No one little bitch I'm the goat
(Woah, Woah)
She said who the hell told you, you bad boy
Mr. Julie
Writer: Pierce Ripanti
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