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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GloRilla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mikel Jones
Composer
Brian Roke
Composer
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Melanie Doyle
Songwriter
Lyrics
Where the fuck is Glo at?
Glorilla
Ayy, Niki Pooh, what? We outside, where we goin'? Ayy, ayy
We here
I been on the road lately slidin' with my bitches (Let's ride)
Fuckin' with a **** I know I ain't got no business (Uh-uh)
You would think that I was foreign how I'm rockin' this Brazilian
Don't want it in my head if the shit ain't thirty inches
Say now gave that boy the winter, but the summertime is mine (It's mine)
He like, "Where the fuck you at?" I told you, ****, I'm outside
'Cause we outside, ****, we outside (We outside, bitch)
We outside, bitch, we outside (Ayy, we out here, ****)
We outside, ****, we outside (Ho)
We outside, bitch, we outside (We outside, bitch)
Make it rain for that pussy, boy, you know it ain't no drought here (That pussy wet)
Not to toot my own horn, but a **** know I'm out here (Beep-beep, ho)
And every time I go outside, they swear I'm tryna be a ho (And if?)
Ain't too much that I can say, but I'm just glad a **** know (Facts)
Glorilla hit me up like, "We outside" (We outside)
I called up all my bitches like, "What's up? It's time to slide" (Ayy, ho, where the fuck y'all at?)
Please don't call my phone about your ****, ho, he died (Never)
I'm on to the next, that **** just a rental ride, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Back on the town and we back with the shit (Ayy)
Glo hit me up, said we poppin', lil' bitch (What's up?)
Shakin' that ass and we droppin' that splits (Ooh)
I'm orderin' Mo' and I'm orderin' Henny (Yeah)
Met this lil' ****, he said that he with me (Ayy)
I told him he stuck with a bunch of bad bitches (You stuck)
Pulled out his wallet and handed it to me
I told him, "Go 'head, baby, take care your business" (Hey)
I been on the road lately slidin' with my bitches (Let's ride)
Fuckin' with a **** I know I ain't got no business (Uh-uh)
You would think that I was foreign how I'm rockin' this Brazilian
Don't want it in my head if the shit ain't thirty inches
Say now gave that boy the winter, but the summertime is mine (It's mine)
He like, "Where the fuck you at?" I told you, ****, I'm outside
'Cause we outside, ****, we outside (We outside, bitch)
We outside, bitch, we outside (Ayy, we out here, ****)
We outside, ****, we outside (Ho)
We outside, bitch, we outside (We outside, bitch)
Girl, look at this wack-ass **** call and callin' my motherfuckin' phone
Never
Ayy, bitch, listen
We outside, Glo
Ayy, for all you hoes that got y'all ****, y'all better leave them motherfuckin' **** at home
'Cause these **** don't give a fuck about you at all, ho, if you don't (Period)
If you don't put your motherfuckin' phone down, get the fuck outside (Bitch), bitch
We outside, ho
Come on, bitch, take this motherfuckin' shot, ho
Pass me the bottle, bitch
On God
Fuck wrong with 'em?
I know, bitch
Written by: Brian Roke, Gloria Woods, Herbert R Wright, Melanie Doyle, Mikel Jones