God Jani - Glorious

We gon do it times 2, baby turn me up
Don't do what them guys do, yea she know its us
We gon pull up bitch in style, cuz we glorious
And my bank is real big, like notorious
Making hundred yard plays got it bundled up
Touch, dump and watch ya jump like its double dutch
Yea we in a Maserati and I tap the clutch
Do 200 on the highway cops ain't catching us

These is thoughts in my head hope you keep up
My whole team we up they can't sleep on us
We done put in work, we done did enough
We came out the swamp, but no leech on us
Nigga we came in your house bitch, and no we ain't leaving
Fuck your girlfriend in the morning, Fucking your wife in the evening
These niggas be breaking the code, these niggas committing these treasons
I got to cross out my hoes
Bitches be switching like seasons
Nigga you know how it goes, Nigga we here for a reason
So we gon sit back, and sip on this Jack
Your girl sip the Riesling
I don't know what else to say, shit was hard now its easy
There wasn't no food on my plate, now my whole team is feasting
Now she want to skate, but this not a date
I just go create, magic what I make
Your girl for the take, my whole team got plates
And we eating great, this ain't decent steak
This ain't waffle house, this a brothel house
Bitches coming in, titties poppin out
Rich lifestyle, it was necessary
Leave on a high note, Mariah Carey
Bitch way bad, Halle Berry
They praying to the God, Mary Mary

We gon do it times 2 baby turn me up
Don't do what them guys do, yea she know its us
We gon pull up bitch in style, cuz we glorious
And my bank is real big, like notorious
Making hundred yard plays got it bundled up
Choppa made they ass jump, like its double dutch
Yea we in a Maserati and I tap the clutch
Do 200 on the highway cops ain't catching us

Written by:
Ajani Irish

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