Lyrics:
Oh, no, no, no, no-no
Well, it's been a long time, long time now
Since I've seen you smile
I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name
my momma Jan who spoiled me
Look what we've accomplished
Time flies, watches look like magnets on a compass
Before we dip, Gladys said a prayer over
feel thrust when I touch like Midas
My toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous
Wyclef and Pras they drop hits wherever they goes like Gladys
the Wonder Twins deactivate
It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips
I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips
Shrimps, I
And I've never seen light
But I sure have seen gold
And Gladys save a place for me on your grapevine
Till I get my own TV show
Ashre ashre ashre ashre
they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, Felipe can't miss
I got that stepped-on like Ms. Gladys' son (like I'm Baby, like I'm Baby, nigga)
front Rick
How dare you figure it out one come fair
N**** career, buried now somewhere
Gladys Pips and off her, force her
Even back when I was
tortilla chips
and clam dips, my pants ripped, playin Gladys Knight on Fright Night
with buffalo meat in your ass vomit
Gastric juice with french toast,
himself
And on the way, he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving
I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences
He saw himself
a static, hit off with a Patek
I fuck that hoe on the floor on the pallet
Baddies on baddies on baddies
They singin' like Gladys, they eat it like cabbage
and Silent Night, Gladys midnight train
Kept the Pips waitin', I'm saying
We can go and chill on that other shit
And join the Parliament, mothership
With
to talk the dag, nabbit
I keeps goin' like that rabbit, ricochet a dame and eat a Snicker
Satisfy the Norman to the Gladys Knight
My glasses help me
heard?)
Poppin' that GTV (ya heard?)
Livin' that lifestyle
Yeah, I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy
One hunnid
down in Georgia)
Way on down (way down in Georgia)
Gladys took us all on the midnight train (way down in Georgia)
Playin' Sweet Melissa with a boy
y'all know the business
It's B-Slime or G5, blatt
Rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy
Oh (Rich Gang), ayy
Oh (rich girl)
(Ayy) Givenchy my
Gladys tonight with no pips
We take a leap of faith towards this
Hoping for the blessings that come after bliss
You can be my girl
You can let it
miss Gladys, your son new mission
Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes
Until you ducks, I'm stackin my riches
Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit
bookings all across the atlas (everywhere)
I roll up the Gladys
And watch out for badges, my bitch is the baddest
Life is worth much more than a Patek
was waiting on a package (true story)
Global now, getting bookings all across the atlas (everywhere)
I roll up the Gladys
And watch out for badges,
advice, trying to keep their status right
When they should be working records for Gladys Knight
Who shape artists, man they catching rape charges
(Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt)
Spinned his block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (brrt)
Ms. Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my
out a part in it?
Featherhats partin it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin eight-tracks,
California
Everybody talking bout biz is hype
'Cause I make Dirty Harry's day, hell I even make Gladys Knight's
Soon I star on Abc because rapping def is
in front Rick
How dare you figure it out one come fair
Nigga career, buried now somewhere
Gladys Pips and off her, force her
Even back when I was
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