CAUGHT IN MY GLO Songtext
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CAUGHT IN MY GLO Songtext
Baby, I′m so in my bag, caught up in my glo
Whip with the neon flash, few inches off the floor
Bought new Balenciaga, spring catalogue '08 Prada
Supreme with the Bape, I just don′t rock it
My Céline got lean 'cause the road too rocky
Hold up, talking down on my dead partner
Seen him out in public, upped it on him, then I popped him
One door closed down, then another one opened
Kick it down either way it goes 'cause I didn′t spare my options
Please don′t make this your problem
Don't don′t make this your problem
Don't try to make this your problem
Please don′t try to make me your problem
Home invasion, no conviction
Paid attorney to reduce my sentence
DA banned me, from that district
Liu Kang drugs, them shits just kicked in
First I call her baby, then she talkin' about let′s make one
That's my old lady, lil' lady, she gon′ shake some′
Bitches better brace yourself, 'cause we gon′ break some'
Ho, I′m fully flared up off this X, it's only Daewon
Is that your homie? If so, he might be a target
I hope this ain′t your ho, if so, she servin' that noggin
Call up ten thots up for loggin'
Flew out from Miami Garden
I was locked up, trainin′ with the Spartans
Still smoked out, booted up with the Martians
Can′t be out here waitin' for handouts, I got people starving
Lil′ mama started workin' out, that body the perfect carving
Codeine, don′t get me started
Cup holder of the Aston Martin
Pull up wit a nigga daughter
Hittin' the pedal, get head, in that order
Baby, I′m so in my bag, caught up in my glo
Whip with the neon flash, few inches off the floor
Bought new Balenciaga, spring catalogue '08 Prada
Supreme with the Bape, I just don't rock it
My Céline got lean ′cause the road too rocky
Baby, I′m in my bag, caught up in my glo
Baby, I'm in my bag, caught up in my glo
Baby, I′m in my bag
Whip with the neon flash, few inches off the floor
Bought new Balenciaga, spring catalogue '08 Prada
Supreme with the Bape, I just don′t rock it
My Céline got lean 'cause the road too rocky
Hold up, talking down on my dead partner
Seen him out in public, upped it on him, then I popped him
One door closed down, then another one opened
Kick it down either way it goes 'cause I didn′t spare my options
Please don′t make this your problem
Don't don′t make this your problem
Don't try to make this your problem
Please don′t try to make me your problem
Home invasion, no conviction
Paid attorney to reduce my sentence
DA banned me, from that district
Liu Kang drugs, them shits just kicked in
First I call her baby, then she talkin' about let′s make one
That's my old lady, lil' lady, she gon′ shake some′
Bitches better brace yourself, 'cause we gon′ break some'
Ho, I′m fully flared up off this X, it's only Daewon
Is that your homie? If so, he might be a target
I hope this ain′t your ho, if so, she servin' that noggin
Call up ten thots up for loggin'
Flew out from Miami Garden
I was locked up, trainin′ with the Spartans
Still smoked out, booted up with the Martians
Can′t be out here waitin' for handouts, I got people starving
Lil′ mama started workin' out, that body the perfect carving
Codeine, don′t get me started
Cup holder of the Aston Martin
Pull up wit a nigga daughter
Hittin' the pedal, get head, in that order
Baby, I′m so in my bag, caught up in my glo
Whip with the neon flash, few inches off the floor
Bought new Balenciaga, spring catalogue '08 Prada
Supreme with the Bape, I just don't rock it
My Céline got lean ′cause the road too rocky
Baby, I′m in my bag, caught up in my glo
Baby, I'm in my bag, caught up in my glo
Baby, I′m in my bag
Writer(s): Taajwar Latimore, Quiet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com