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Artist:	Camp Lo
Song Title:	Glo
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[talking]

Whattcha'll catchin?

Oh ya talkin bout cash?

Talkin bout Glo, Lo-I...

Get that Glo...

[Geechie Suede]

Doors open and feathers fly, multiple colored sky

Leathers on my back, with Chardonnay and Alize, well I

Room for the mirrors with no ceilin to glance

Call ya cornies, getcha ponies, gotchu lovin my dance

[Sonny Cheeba]

Cheeb' buyin hit lanes on fours, and I switch dames in full-color

Dip planes on smalls, and I'm hot white, plus fur covered

Got plenty Jennies with Henny, they love to so ride that train

Slimmy ya hear me, holla my name, holla my name

cuz I need these new Cobras, they hits

They purple and red, they gets bread

[Suede]

You had me spotted like polka-dot, my knot gettin heavy

Make moolah around the clock, and squeeze up on ya Betty

Out ya teddy, you shitty, Remy-emy pourin through hollow

Double dose of mommosa, pick up the bottle and swallow

[Cheeba]

Lo-I, Jim Kellier, Jim Brown dillinger

Older cocker, own rocks and Vodka

Pole slick miss, fo-cu-sin on Pantra

Glass matress, glass mask, and casper

On her tippy-toes, higher than Jimmy

Come fly with us slimmy, we're off in that purple haze

[Suede]

She said, "Suede work your voodoo on me"

Horizontal in the Tahoe, vertical in the V

Kangaroos on my back, so I switch it to three

Put the levels up some more and you just might O.D.

[Chorus: Both]

We gon' - get, that, glo

We gon' push it to the limit and live it until we swim in them digits

We gon' - get, that, glo

We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling until we makin a killin

We gon' - get, that, glo

We gon' push it to the limit and live it until we swim in them digits

We gon' - get, that, glo

We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling until we makin a killin

[Cheeba]

Hey y'all - I got two Jimmy clips, flames spat

Guerilla runnin 'round with sour body englese

So.. I got to go get the auto... eject his torso...

[Geechie]

Carolina, Black Madonna, she get it from her mamma

Sex designer lights ya mind up, sip it then roll the dime up

Gentlemen crooks, snazzy, hip, and flashy with looks

Crooked City's walkin witty, you ain't make it like us

Get dust, you lust, the dutch, for futch, pro-clutch did it

Cruise up, new trucks, don't touch, the new paint

[Cheeba]

You know I love it when we, do the Lou Rawls

Smash in with a few broads

Meet ten at the bar then we slash off in two hogs

Whitewall whitewall, Lo-a gonna screw ball

Old dames, if ya light flash kindly float off

[Geechie]

Stormin, warnin, we Ali Foreman(?)

Pedal to the floor like my chinchilla that's long and

All non-believers get whiff on the gator sneakers

We out the park with this one while you paradin the bleachers

It's serious - like Cheerios with no milk

Stereo with no Lo, but never that cuz it's back

[Cheeba]

We don't need no strags in here

Whole lotta crushers are crushin the (?)

Lo-a not lower with twenty, it don't appear

Crooks when we leave, apply pressure and flare

[Chorus] - 2X

[Sonny Cheeba talking]

You hear them cats in the back talkin bout,

"Love you baby, love you bab-ay"

They talkin bout that cash, that glo

Ha! Ya gon' get dat, get dat glo

Lo-a, how we do Cheeb' blow-a

Suede-a, big Cheeb-a,

Shawny-wany in the back get the... and that glo

Whole lotta cash caddy, and glo

Glo up off me, get up out my pockets

get up out my glo caddy

I'm done talkin to y'all, Lo-a...

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