Glorilla & CMG The Label – Tomorrow Lyrics

Tomorrow Lyrics by Glorilla & CMG The Label

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don’t fuck wit’ me (Cheese), but I say they can’t fuck wit’ me
Just like the air, I’m everywhere, how you say it’s up wit’ me?

Poppin’ shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin’ (Poppin’)
Lookin’ good as hell today, just sent my n**** five attachments (Look at this)
Why did you confront me ’bout a n****? Man, you bitches backwards (Stupid ass)
They come at me ’bout n***** who I don’t even find attractive (Ugh)
I don’t know that n****, I just seened him on the town before
I can’t be up her face, I took her n**** down before (Nah)
When I lose a n****, I just pop out and go find some mo’ (Easy)
Soon as I feel like my time get waisted, then it’s time to go (Deuces)

They say they don’t fuck wit’ me, but I say they can’t fuck wit’ me (On cunt)
Just like the air, I’m everywhere, how you say it’s up wit’ me (Huh?)
Them bitches should’ve stayed down, they could’ve been up wit’ me (Too bad)
But all they doin’ is talkin’ down, ’cause they can’t get up wit’ me (Lame ass)

My ex fuckin’ on my old friend, both they ass some fuckin’ clowns (Haha)
Thinkin’ that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (Lame ass ho)
He thought wasn’t gon’ have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (Thought it was)
Make that n**** stand on that, now his ass can’t stand me now
High as fuck, I’m lit (Yuh), I don’t smoke no Swishers (Nope)
Slidin’ wit’ my gang and them, look at them like sisters (That’s gang)
These bitches be lettin’ them go out sad about these n***** (Ugh)
I don’t wanna hang wit’ them, they don’t handle business (They can’t hang wit’ us)
They be goin’ for anything, but I can’t go for none of that (None of that)
Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon’ come runnin’ back (Fuck ’em up)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin’ like the lumberjack (Fuck ’em)
They really got me fucked up, and I wasn’t goin’ for none of that (None of that)
She the type, the n**** make her mad she go tweet somethin’ (Ugh)
Me, I’m kinda ratchet still so I’m the type to beat somethin’ (Beat ’em up)
I can’t love you, baby, like yo’ bitch do, so don’t leave her (Keep that bih’)
He gon’ choose her every time ’cause it’s cheaper to keep her (Hahaha)
Can’t say yo’ name up in my songs, might not fuck wit’ you tomorrow (Nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won’t give a fuck tomorrow (That’s just me)
Ain’t fucked up ’bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)
Everyday the sun won’t shine, but that’s why I love tomorrow

Aight, lemme hear that

Credits & Song Knowledge
Song Title: Tomorrow
Performed by: Glorilla & CMG The Label
Written by: Antonio Anderson Jr, Gloria Woods
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Album: Gangsta Art
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