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Glorb
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DAT BOI
Composer
Lyrics
This is a Puff production ('roduction-production)
They thought they had us in the first half, huh?
Nah, I am back! (Back-back-back)
That boy gonna leak, that boy gonna die
Know that I'm him, 'cause, there's only one I
Bitch, I'm rollin' in the deep, set 'em on fire
Bitch, I'm stayin' with Adele, now, she back online, yeah
(Whoa! Ooh-ho!) We really turnin' that tide, huh, really
We really livin' that life, huh, really (whoa! Ooh-ho!)
It's really givin' mob ties, huh, really (whoa! Ooh-ho!)
It's really givin' that- (It's really givin')
She said my dick fat like case, oh (yeah)
I'm Jynxzi with the siege, no rainbow (six Siege)
Pullin' up on krabs with the six, had him starin' at the tip
Turn that boy to Kurt Angle
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!) Underwater, under pressure, underpaid
Oppa daughter's in my quarters, eatin' Dankton's mayonnaise (yeah)
If the Puffy gettin' bloody, then, I'm fuckin' on her face
Now, I'm feelin' like a vampire, fuck, I miss the rage, yeah
They never had it like me (like me)
They never really liked me (liked me)
I'm stayin' with the shiesty, masked up
Pussy thought I left, thought the Dank went bankrupt, yeah
Welcome to the openin' of Clams Casino, ha
Dankton got the strippers, baby, bring a couple C-notes
Where the opposition? I'ma touch 'em like a 'pedo, oh
Fuck a Brian Peck, I'm nickeloading up a Deagle
That boy gonna leak, that boy gonna die
Know that I'm him, 'cause, there's only one I
Bitch, I'm rollin' in the deep, set 'em on fire
Bitch, I'm stayin' with Adele, now, she back online, yeah
(Whoa! Ooh-ho!) we really turnin' that tide, huh, really
We really livin' that life, huh, really (whoa!, Ooh-ho!)
It's really givin' mob ties, huh, really (whoa! Ooh-oh!)
It's really givin' that (whoa! Ooh-ho!)
Ha, time to introduce myself
I be the Puff, ha (yeah)
Smoking zaza in the reef because, I puff hard (hard)
Said, "Fuck Eugene, that boy a bitch, he couldn't fuck hard" (Hard)
I mean, it literally, bitch, I'm finna blow up
So, fuck these pussies, I'ma ride, this ain't no drivin' school (drivin' school)
I shot his feet and had him dancing like my diamonds do (diamonds do)
Talking double D's, my chest on overload
Told him, "Grab the keys, I'ma show him how I motorboat" (Motoboat)
Puff, bitch!
That boy gonna leak, that boy gonna die
Know that I'm him, 'cause, there's only one I
Bitch, I'm rollin' in the deep (oh), set 'em on fire (fire)
Bitch, I'm stayin' with Adele, now, she back online, yeah
(Whoa! Ooh-ho!) We really turnin' that tide, huh, really
We really livin' that life, huh, really (whoa! Ooh-ho!)
It's really givin' mob ties, huh, really (whoa! Ooh-ho!)
It's really givin' that-
Writer(s): Travoris Hollins, Ashley Turner, Allen Ritter, Dave A. Atkinson, Cory Mckay, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Aubrey Drake Graham, Anthony S. Cruz, Inga D. Marchand, Nasir Jones, Samuel J. Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier
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