GloRilla feat. Yo Gotti – Blessed Lyrics

Lyrics Blessed – GloRilla feat. Yo Gotti

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me
He got all of these lil’ b**ches and the biggest one is me
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don’t be f**ked up ’bout nothin’ ’cause I be smokin’ weed
It’s cool to have a man, but that ain’t somethin’ I need
And sweetie, if you want lil’ buddy back, you gotta tell me please
Money long, check, p**sy good, check
Mama straight, check, right now I’m feelin’ blessed

Right now I’m on they a*s and I don’t plan on lettin’ up
We probably wouldn’t be poppin’ s**t if nobody was mad at us
I’d rather give the people hope, it’s pointless to be givin’ f**ks
Cuban ’round my neck, look like my opps when they be linkin’ up
Ayy, I’m in Cali now, now I’m in NYC
On the way to MIA, but I’m from Tennessee
Livin’ in the suburbs now, I still got ratchet tendencies
I’m juiced up, now they throwin’ shots, I still be drinkin’ Hennessy

My yellow bumpin’ a*s, I’m feelin’ like a speed bump
All these labels watchin’, lookin’ at me like I need help
My cousin in a toxic situation, need to free her
See me at the top, a ho can’t pay me s**t to meet up
Bills paid, check, edges slayed, Check
B**ches hatin’, Yup, do it faze me, Uh-uh
P**sy clean, Yup, you shop on Shein, Yup
They makin’ memes, on the gang

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me
He got all of these lil’ b**ches and the biggest one is me
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don’t be f**ked up ’bout nothin’ ’cause I be smokin’ weed
It’s cool to have a man, but that ain’t somethin’ I need
And sweetie, if you want lil’ buddy back, you gotta tell me please
Money long, check, p**sy good, check
Mama straight, check, right now I’m feelin’ blessed

She got ninety-nine problems, I can solve every one
She got nine to ten n**gas, I may rob every one
I’ma north n**ga, rep them three numbers, 901
Man, I’m paranoid, I ain’t goin’ nowhere without a gun
When I tell a ho that blicky extendo stickin’ out her purse
And she know I f**ked her friend, but we tryna make that s**t work
And we both come from the bottom, matchin’ APs, rockin’ Prada
I may let her count a couple million dollars

Get the p**sy wet, man, you a gangster on the internet
Ninety-nine opps but where yo’ shooters at
I got ninety-nine soldiers and I can feed every one
All the guys that got a bond, I freed every one
I got five or six homes, I got ten or twelve cars
I ain’t trickin’ to no b**ch ‘fore I take care my n**gas behind bars
She say I’m thinkin’ wit’ my dick, I guess I’m thinkin’ really hard
‘Cause I’Il give a b**ch a check before I give a ho my heart

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me
He got all of these lil’ b**ches and the biggest one is me
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don’t be f**ked up ’bout nothin’ ’cause I be smokin’ weed
It’s cool to have a man, but that ain’t somethin’ I need
And sweetie, if you want lil’ buddy back, you gotta tell me please
Money long, check, p**sy good, check
Mama straight, check, right now I’m feelin’ blessed…

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