Wanna Be Lyrics by GloRilla
He in love wit Glo never got da cookie but got my name tatted
Killer where?
Don’t know who he killed, I heard dat mane ratted
Never full, when it’s time to eat I be his main platter
NYC
New York Fashion Week
Tommy Hill jacket
Tell these hoes to stay dangerous ’cause they don’t wan none of they niggas safe (Nah)
My nigga say he faithful, I still got a few hoes just in case (Got too)
I can’t lie I use to simp so hard but them my old ways
It’s three-hunnid-sixty-fix days in a year, couldn’t play with me on none of them days
Fucking ass freaky nigga
Don’t even wear no condoms
Don’t know how to treat a lady
I oughta smack yo’ momma
Pussy wet, good ass neck
So I talk how I wanna
Save a nigga who bitch, do I look like fucking Superwoman?
On the gang
He don’t wanna be saved, don’t save him
That is not my nigga, don’t claim him
‘Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don’t wanna be kept, don’t keep him
He don’t want the baby, then bitch, don’t keep it
Hoe
I don’t get left, I’m a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
I’m the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Same hoes hating used to want to be besties
You can get your wig turned like Effie
I don’t need an insurance ’cause is bitch can’t wreck me
Ready
Ooh and I’m coming like Freddy
I’m Mother
And you know my trick is yo daddy
Clock that tea
Bitch, catch it
You look like a discount me on Etsy
I’m the female titan, I’m stepping on bitches, I’m showing my titties, I tore up the city
A P-I-M-P
I be hoeing these niggas
He run back to me ’cause you boring a nigga
Fuck is a layover?
I ain’t waiting
I get the bag then I change destinations
These niggas be crazy
I don’t blame ’em
I’m a dog too, I don’t wanna change him
He don’t wanna he saved, don’t save him
That is not my nigga, don’t claim him
‘Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
I don’t wanna be saved, don’t save me
You for everybody, nigga, don’t claim me
Hate a nigga tryna tell me what to do
You ain’t my daddy, I am not your baby
He don’t wanna be saved, don’t save him
That is not my nigga, don’t claim him
‘Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don’t wanna be kept, don’t keep him
He don’t want the baby, then bitch, don’t keep it
Hoe
I don’t get left, I’m a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Get ’em Glo
Get ’em Glo
Get ’em Glo
Get ’em Glo
Get ’em Glo
Get ’em Glo
Get em Glo
Get em Glo
Fuck you mean? Y’all know what the fuck going on
On the gang-gang
On the gang-gang
American rapper