gimme head Lyrics – glo up
Singer: glo up
Title: gimme head
Give me head, give me head
Give me head, g-give me head (kris, you too crazy)
Grrah, grrah, pow, yeah
Bad b#tch and she finna give me head
She wanna come and just give me head
I don’t wanna f#ck, just give me head (bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, i heard these n#gg#s been hating on me, but his b#tch wanna give me head
Damn, his mom wanna give me head
Keep your clothes on and give me head
Yeah, all of thesе n#gg#s, they told me to walk on the mo’f#cking bеat, i ran
And i blow this sh#t up like we in iran
And they ask if i’m the g.o.a.t. like, b#tch, i am
So, his b#tch give me head
And i slay in this b#tch like i’m up on a sled
And the minute she saw me, you know that she fled
And she f#cking with me ‘cause she know i’m ahead
G-l-o, u-p (uh), they wanna be like me
Pure wock’ in my slush and it’s v.i.p
I’m so high up, can’t be where i be
And don’t try us or d-i-e
And sh#t get busy, i feel like i’m yeat
Man, i’m tryna get litty, your b#tch is a freak
That b#tch is a carnivore, love to eat meat (ha)
Woah, {?}, watch this, bruh
I guess i’ma do this sh#t right now
f#ck it, oh, yeah
I told that b#tch, “give me head”
Ap with a scope and it stay by the bed
I ain’t beefing with n#gg#s, they get hit with lead
Got a glock 26 and it came with a leg
We gon’ creep all black on a mission
Ride with two .40’s, the window’s tinted
n#gg#, post the location, we come through with business
n#gg#s capping like sh#t, they don’t really be spending
f#ck her throat, rip her neck
Whip out dick, she get wet
She get nasty for a check
And she gon’ throw it for the set
He keep running from the switch, i bet that hot sh#t hit his neck
Bullets bake him like an oven, we gon’ bag him if he f#cking flex
Told that b#tch to give me head (uh, yeah)
Told that b#tch to give me— (yeah)
Uh, uh, give me— (yeah)
Uh, told that b#tch to— (uh, uh, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Told that b#tch to give me— (uh, yeah)
Told that b#tch to— (uh, hold on, yeah)
Told that b#tch to— (grrah, grrah, uh)
Told that b#tch to give me head
I don’t want top, b#tch, give me bread
I don’t want talk, b#tch, i ain’t ted
I ain’t no cop, b#tch, i ain’t fed (yeah, hold on)
See a opp, i’ma serve him lead
Get a opp lined, n#gg# should’ve read
Not talking jelly, that ho gon’ spread (uh, yeah)
And i’m in that trap, serving out that pen’
Just like that cash, be able to lend
She give me top, heard that she a fan (yeah)
Heard that lil’ b#tch, she a groupie
Throw five, four, so i called up big uzi
Got her wet like yfn lucci (yeah, uh)
Feel like xan’ ‘cause the hat got the gucci
Leave the opp mute like he max with a ruby (uh)
n#gg#, i don’t gotta ask for the coochie (yeah)
Just like a fitted, b#tch gon’ give me head
Still got a beam and the dot is red
Hit in his bean’, leave that n#gg# dead
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