Rajitheone - Glowedup lyrics

[Chorus] Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you k**in’ sh** (thank you) I know your mama proud, don’t forget why your doin’ this (don’t forget) I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr) And if the feds question you, tell them boys I’m not involved Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that’s a chain reaction Big booty, p**y bred, bad boujee b**h, another distraction Bring that a** my way Come on mama break it down [Verse 1] Yeah, I told the hoe I want her bad Michael cop her back ‘Cause I know she like that sh** I told her we could do it in the back Bend it over poppin’ tags Send her back home in the cab I’m Billy Jean Jackson bad I moonwalk on tracks like this I’m James Brown, Soul Train, 1973 on tracks like this I rarely get a track like this Can I get a’ amen? Yuh I’m the great grandson of soul I’ma big black pot of gold I know myself, I’m worth more than you know, oh Switch it up, switch it up I can get used to this (used to this) I do what I want, don’t live by the rules I live like a fugitive (a fugitive) Except for the minor traffic violations When Polo was becoming cool again I was a hooligan (hooligan) Way, way, way, way back When I thought I should go to school again, mmm I don’t live life with regrets (nah) I pray for those who pay me no mind Now pay me in checks! mmm I just threw that to my lawyer, to lay up with that, mmm In my circle we keep it one hunnid You gotta be straight with that Yeah, yuh, homie I know I done— [Chorus] Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you k**in’ sh** (thank you) I know your mama proud, don’t forget why your doin’ this (don’t forget) I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr) And if the feds question you, tell them boys I’m not involved Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that’s a chain reaction Big booty, p**y bred, bad boujee b**h, another distraction Bring that a** my way Come on mama break it down [Verse 2] Today I woke up with a purpose I pray for a perfect day and my old lady in the kitchen Whippin’ up the breakfast, I ate it up like a runnaway slave ‘Cause I got some places to be And focused on I’m making that bread, ’cause I gotta eat Never woulda let a broke n***a or a woman, come between the money and me, understand what I mean I’m deep in the cut like a 12 inch blade I keep one on my side just to keep things safe Who knows if I’ma live to see tomorrow? Father, I give you a lot of praise The way I’m moving got me feeling like everyday these days is a holiday I could spot a blessing a mile away I don’t give these devils the time of day When my new sh** drop I swear you smell the boy from like far, far, far away I throw a little stank on it (ooh) Then I pour a little drank on it (ahh) It’s a brand new recipe how I mix it up I mean these days I gotta switch it up They like, “Yeah, yeah, homie I know you done—” [Chorus] Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you k**in’ sh** (thank you) I know your mama proud, don’t forget why your doin’ this (don’t forget) I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr) And if the feds question you, tell them boys I’m not involved Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that’s a chain reaction Big booty, p**y bred, bad boujee b**h, another distraction Bring that a** my way Come on mama break it down