Lyrics of ' Come Here (feat. Hunxho) ' by Gloss Up

(PatLacedThat)
What you runnin' for?
You said you want some dick, what you runnin' for?
You talkin' all that shit, what you runnin' for?
You said you gon' hop on and do a split, well, what you runnin' for?

Now come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm comin', Glossy)
Come here

Got some clappers out
Got a bed, but he fuck me on the couch
Like the way I ride his dick, but love the way I ride his mouth
Like fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bend it over, take you down
Said you never met the neighbors, bet they know your name now
With my yeah-yeah, ask him if he miss it, he like: Hell yeah
Pussy grippin', drippin', ain't no slippin' once he in there
Hands 'round my neck, arch my back and hit my stance
Pussy pricy, but that hood nigga eat it up like food stamps

Now come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm comin')
Come here

I like how she move (Move), she like how I fuck her (Hmm)
Never had shit, so when I pull out, burn rubber (Woo)
Tryna catch my bitch, these niggas funny, Chris Tucker
Ooh shit
He wan' be me, she wan' be her, I guess they like our movement
Head, kill it, grip her head
We don't even fuck on the bed no more, she wan' fuck on the jet
I don't even be in the 'Vette no more, we fuck in TRX
And she don't never wanna stop, we stop, she shake like it's Tourette's
And she need sleep when we get dirty, man, gave the bitch my best
I call my bank, what's in the bank? I told my bank to send a check (Check)
When we fuck, she pull out dreads
Seashell
That pussy wet, seashell
Eat it all, don't be scared
I turn her cheeks red

Now come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm comin', Glossy)
Come here

Nigga talkin' 'bout runnin', who? I ain't even finna run from the police
All these hoes mad, pissed, bet them hoes wanna be me
Only wearin' thongs, but he know I'ma always keep shit brief
I mean always keep shit P, thought he had a bad bitch on a leash

She blowin' my phone, I turn it off 'cause this shit gettin' annoyin'
You front him a bag, it's too much water, this shit can't be normal
Go pick her up, ride through my block, just show her what I'm doin'
Go drop her off, I'm finna go spin, then, baby, I'll be home

What you runnin' for?
You said you want some dick, what you runnin' for?
You talkin' all that shit, what you runnin' for?
You said you gon' hop on and do a split, well, what you runnin' for?

Now come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here, come here (I'm comin')
Come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah), come here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm comin')
Come here