GloRilla - I AIN'T GOING (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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GloRilla - I AIN'T GOING (en) Lyrics
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Woo, GloRilla
Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his
motherfuckin' hands on me
He can bet I put his hands on his dick
And play with that and some motherfuckin'
jerseys, nigga
What the fuck?
On the gang, gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me
up and grab me by the neck (No)
Nigga put his hands on me, we
gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to
walk outside, he know that
I'm a threat (Huh)
Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just
to get back to this text (Hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout
he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah,
nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that nigga checked (Woo),
and I got a check (Woo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put
it on your head (On the gang)
We gon' find my brother, nigga,
must ain't know I was
jackin' (The fuck?)
But fuck that shit, he gon' be in
the sky next time it happen
Go and pick him out a casket (Yeah),
put him on the casket (Woo)
This Glock twenty-three make him sing,
don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tappin' in, shoot, rappin', make him
dance like Michael Jackson (Okay)
These niggas get mad and throw a
bitch fifty, niggas sassy (Ugh)
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the
smoke you want, you better pass it
Nigga blowin' my phone down, 'cause
he seen me out in Cali'
Poppin' shit, like I ain't got taxes,
catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your
hands on who? Your son
gon' be a bastard (On God)
Cuz' gon' kill you for free, imagine
what he'll do for that gaff (Huh?)
Ain't even got to call nobody, I'll
beat your ass like I'm your master
Big Glo I'm the [?] (Hey), I'm
finna do mine bigger (Uh)
Nigga swing on me, gon' up the ceilin'
with this one (Stamp that)
Put you with your deadass homies, since
you say you miss 'em (Fuck)
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask
off, he like little pistols
Gangster bitch, this a pole I got
on, me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show your bitch
ass you ain't no hitter
Quick to hit a ho', but I ain't gon'
do shit to them niggas (Bitch-ass)
Them face tattoos don't scare
me, I grew up 'round real
killers, on the gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch-ass nigga
Gon' meet they motherfuckin'
maker runnin' into me
Ho-'ass, nigga, this ain't that
Fuck wrong with you?
Huh, huh
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