Blessed

GloRilla, woo, ayy
On the gang, on the, on the gang

He got 99 problems, and the biggest one is me (yup)
He got all of these lil' bitches, and the biggest one is me (yup)
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don't be fucked 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 (tell me please)
Money long, check (check), pussy good, check (let's go)
Momma straight, check (ayy), right now, I'm feelin' blessed

Right now, I'm on they ass, and I don't plan on lettin' up (fuck 'em)
We probably wouldn't be poppin' shit if nobody was mad at us (ahh)
I'd rather give the people hope, it's pointless to be givin' fucks
Cuban 'round my neck, look like my opps when they be linkin' up ('cause they pissy)
Ayy, I'm in Cali now, now I'm in NYC
On the way to MIA (where you from?), but I'm from Tennessee
Livin' in the suburbs now, I still got ratchet tendencies (on the gang)
I'm juiced up now they throwin' shots, I still be drinkin' Hennessy (ooh, wee)

My yellow bumpin' ass, I'm feelin' like a speed bump (ayy)
All these labels watchin', lookin' at me like I need her
My cousin in a toxic situation, need to free her
See me at the top, a ho can't pay me shit to meet up (on the gang)
Bills paid, check (let's go), edges slayed? Check (yeah)
Bitches hatin'? Yup, do it faze me? Uh-huh
Pussy clean? Yup, you shop on Shein? Yup
They makin' memes (hahaha), on the gang

He got 99 problems, and the biggest one is me (yup)
He got all of these lil' bitches, and the biggest one is me (yup)
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin', 'cause I be smokin' weed
It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need
And sweetiem if you want lil' buddy backm you gotta tell me please (tell me please)
Money long, check (check), pussy good, check (let's go)
Momma straight, check (ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed

She got 99 problems, and I can solve everyone
She got nine to ten niggas, I may rob everyone
I'm a north nigga rep them three numbers, 901
And I'm paranoid, I ain't goin' nowhere without a gun (I am)
When I tell a ho that blicky extendo stickin' out her purse (purse)
And she know I fucked her friend but we tryna make that shit work
And we both come from the bottom (bottom), matchin' AP's rockin' Prada
I may let her count a couple million dollars, get the pussy wet

Man, you a gangster on the internet (Twitter)
99 opps but where yo' shooters at? (What y'all shootin' at?)
I got 99 soldiers, and I can feed everyone
All the guys that got a bond, I'll free everyone
I got five or six homes, I got ten or twelve cars
I ain't trickin' to no bitch before I take care my niggas behind bars
She say I'm thinkin' wit' my dick, I guess I'm thinkin' really hard (hard)
'Cause I'Il give a bitch a check before I give a ho my heart (yeah, on the gang)

He got 99 problems, and the biggest one is me (yup)
He got all of these lil' bitches, and the biggest one is me (yup)
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don't be fucked 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 (tell me please)
Money long, check (check), pussy good, check (let's go)
Momma straight, check (ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed



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Writer(s): Mario Mims, Gloria Woods, Antonio Anderson
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