Correction Paroles Set the Tone Part 2 par GloRilla

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A-L-E-Z-A (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Know I'm the sh*t, you smell this aroma on me when I walk (That's that gas)
Now I'm that b*t*h, you hear it in me clearly when I talk (I'm that b*t*h)
I got him freaky, n***a tweakin', geekin' in them drawers (I got him freaky)
I love these n***as, f**k a pick 'cause I go with 'em all (Go with 'em all)
You shop for cheap, when we go out, b*t*h, we gon' buy the mall (Buy it all)
I wear these hoops inside my ear 'cause I was born to ball (Born to ball)
I put on red bottoms to feel myself, they made me tall (Made my tall)
He want my heart or want some money, then the answer, "Nah"

Okay, we blew up on b*t*hes, don't need to pit 'em in
They know who it is, don't gotta knock, 'cause they gon' let us in
Stylin' when I step, catch a breath, let it sink in
We f**k and he don't pull out, uh, he let it sink in
When the money good, yeah, you do just what you wanna
I know these b*t*hes sick, aw sh*t, they got corona
Since you n***as dogs, well, lil' n***a, I'm the owner
If I run across your n***a, b*t*h, consider him a goner

B*t*hes talkin' out they neck, I pop my motherf**kin' collar
Anytime I get a new n***a, I gain a couple stalkers
Ayy, I'm fine as hell, I'm havin' sh*t, he call this sh*t exotic
Well, I'm all American, baby, but I'm mixed with a lil' toxic
Love a n***a that don't play that sh*t, come put me in my place
Talkin' 'bout put it in the camp, the n***a put it in your face
Said he know this pu**y fat, well, bae, I'm sorry for the weight
I know we said we set the tone, but sh*t, we made a f**kin' way
Lil' n***a blew his chance with me, so now he forced to f**k another b*t*h
I let these b*t*hes talk 'cause I'ma catch 'em on some other sh*t
He heard that I'm a rapper, wanna lick me like a sucker, sh*t
We on the track again 'cause we the ones who really runnin' sh*t
I been had the sauce, my life is great, these hoes be mackin' on me
Think that sh*t is sweet the perfect way to catch you lackin', homie
I'm a life, I ain't your wife, man, what you thought? It ain't no matrimony
Sayin' that he needs me, but he really misses macaroni

Stop bein' stupid, you know I'll never love you
He keep spendin' all the cash he want, but I'll never f**k him
B*t*hes keep talkin' that tough sh*t thinkin' I'll never touch 'em
I'ma pop out with that— knock her a** up out them bundles
I'ma get these b*t*hes gone if I feel like they got tension
Every time my name come up, I'm in these lil' broke b*t*hes' mentions
And these broke-a** bum hoes can't compare to how I'm livin'
I'ma high speed in this Scat', ho, you hear that f**kin' engine

F**k you motherf**kers, man, y'all know what the f**k goin' on
It's Set the Tone 2, b*t*h

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