Lyrical Breakdown of PROCEDURE (feat. Latto) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how GloRilla weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "PROCEDURE (feat. Latto)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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GloRilla
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room?
Huh, bitch-ass nigga?
What's the fuckin' procedure? (Let's go, Mario)
I told that nigga I need the world, the sun, and the moon (moon)
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room? (Huh?)
The type of bitch that make a nigga wanna jump the broom (whoo)
He hit it once and got to tweakin' like he on some shrooms (he on)
Bitch, I'm big mama, but ain't none these niggas worth my womb
This nigga tryna get me pregnant, I need to tie my tubes (on God)
Y'all fuckin' up the game, this nigga tryna buy me food (what the fuck?)
He wanna see that pussy cream
I told him, "Cash rules" (on gang)
Bad bitch season, givin' hoes motivation, I'm the reason (yeah)
Ho talkin' 'bout she wanna meet up
Told her, "Meet me at the Regions" (bitch)
Nigga probably got blue balls
I don't let him fuck, just tease him (tease him)
Get him out his money, I won't even let him eat it (ugh)
Fakin' like you sippin' drank, you niggas sippin' NyQuil
Only time a nigga got power over me, he payin' the light bill
Told myself I was done fuckin' with this nigga, but I might still
G-lock in my purse, I hope a ho don't think I'll fight still (the fuck?)
Hardest out, I'm stampin' that, none these hoes can fuck with me (no)
Try to bump these bitches' music, but bitches really suck to me (no cap)
Boss my own self up, can't none these niggas say they fucked with me
If music ain't work out for me, I'd still be somewhere hustlin' (whoo)
Facts, I'd probably get rich off of fraud
Just a month before I blew up, me and Teezy was swipin' cards
Why would I chase a nigga
When niggas beggin' to get next to me? (The fuck?)
Blow a nigga up for what? These niggas triple-textin' me
I told that nigga I need the world, the sun, and the moon (moon)
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room? (Huh?)
The type of bitch that make a nigga wanna jump the broom (whoo)
He hit it once and got to tweakin' like he on some shrooms (he on)
Bitch, I'm big mama, but ain't none these niggas worth my womb
This nigga tryna get me pregnant, I need to tie my tubes (on God)
Y'all fuckin' up the game, this nigga tryna buy me food (what the fuck?)
He wanna see that pussy cream
I told him, "Cash rules" (yeah, yeah, yeah, on gang)
I wanna show you where to shoot, I wanna lick the gooch (bah)
Like, good boys ain't no fun, I wanna fuck the swoop (whoo)
I want these hoes to be for real, I tried to see it through
But bitches ain't got shit to steal
Like, fuck I want from you? (What the fuck?)
Talkin' 'bout takin' spots, Caresha please, yeah (what?)
They call me Big Mama, bend a bitch over my knees, yeah
Y'all gon' call it beef, but we all know I'm just a threat
I see why these hoes upset, and I see why they man obsessed
This shit with Mimi like I'm me, face matchin' the physique
Bitches hatin' and I peep, gotta clique up just to speak
Pussy, get that off your chest, I just bulletproofed the 'Vette
That one right there was for my brother
Bitch, I'm gettin' Lamb's for Christmas
You ain't gettin' lamb for supper (skrrt)
I told that nigga I need the world, the sun, and the moon (moon)
What's the procedure when a bad bitch walk in the room? (Huh?)
The type of bitch that make a nigga wanna jump the broom (whoo)
He hit it once and got to tweakin' like he on some shrooms (he on)
Bitch, I'm big mama, but ain't none these niggas worth my womb
This nigga tryna get me pregnant, I need to tie my tubes (on God)
Y'all fuckin' up the game, this nigga tryna buy me food (what the fuck?)
He wanna see that pussy cream
I told him, "Cash rules" (on gang, brrt)