Correction Paroles Tomorrow par GloRilla

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(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don't f**k wit' me (Cheese), but I say they can't f**k  wit' me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up wit' me?

Poppin' sh*t, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (Poppin')
Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my n***a five attachments (Look at this)
Why did you confront me 'bout a n***a? Man, you b*t*hes backwards (Stupid a**)
They come at me 'bout n***as who I don't even find attractive (Ugh)
I don't know that n***a, I just seened him on the town before
I can't be up her face, I took her n***a down before (Nah)
When I lose a n***a, I just pop out and go find some mo' (Easy)
Soon as I feel likе my time get wasted, thеn it's time to go (Deuces)

They say they don't f**k wit' me, but I say they can't f**k wit' me (On God)
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up wit' me (Huh?)
Them b*t*hes should've stayed down, they could've been up wit' me (Too bad)
But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up wit' me (Lame a**)

My ex f**kin' on my old friend, both they a** some f**kin' clowns (Haha)
Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (Lame a** ho)
He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on sh*t, like he was handicap (Thought it was)
Make that n***a stand on that, now his a** can't stand me now
High as f**k, I'm lit (Yuh), I don't smoke no Swishers (Nope)
Slidin' wit' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (That's gang)
These b*t*hes be lettin' them go out sad about these n***as (Ugh)
I don't wanna hang wit' them, they don't handle business (They can't hang wit' us)
They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (None of that)
Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon' come runnin' back (F**k 'em up)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (F**k 'em)
They really got me f**ked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (None of that)
She the type, the n***a make her mad she go tweet somethin' (Ugh)
Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (Beat 'em up)
I can't love you, baby, like yo' b*t*h do, so don't leave her (Keep that bih')
He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (Hahaha)
Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not f**k wit' you tomorrow (Nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a f**k tomorrow (That's just me)
Ain't f**ked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as f**k tomorrow (Duh)
Everyday the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow
Aight, lemme hear that

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