"Glamer!" lyrics

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Ginseng
Summrs [*laugh*]

Pockets on fat like Santa
Pour that dirty wock in my Fanta
Just got home from fucking on a dancer
He don't want no fucking cancer
All up on her face, I got no manners
YSL jeans check out my glamer
Off an oxy, perc fuck up my grammer
Keep a fucking pole keep a hammer
Free my nigga Bugga out that slammer
White hoe, call that hoe Pamela
Gold all in my mouth like David Banner
G-star jeans cost some racks
Told that lil hoe throw it back
Yes I'm getting money and that's fact
Skinny nigga but my bitch ass fat
What you wanna do, know where I'm at
Clouted up got that bitch attached
I smoke gelato I don't wanna match
You blowing reggie throw that in the trash
Look what she gon do for some cash, aye
She gone suck the gang and that's facts, aye
Came in this bitch with no mask, aye
Chains too legit and that's facts, aye
In a beamer coupe in a jag, aye
What's up with you boo just relax
I don't need you girl relax
I just need the loot yeah the racks
Girl your nigga fu, and that's facts, aye
He don't even really shop at Saks, aye
Girl that nigga shop at TJ Max
Me and JustDeuce gone off them tabs

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