| Trying to get up to come down
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| Got that playa shit by the pound
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| The gold with the lacs and the crown
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| Make it where them hoes come around
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Booming like a sub-underground
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| The whole city hearin' it’s around
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| We all on the get up to come down
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| Back at it one mo' 'gain
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| Cranking my motor, revving my engine
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| Chilling the AC 'til it’s colder than a breeze in Alaska
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| Sun shine like the wintertime just passed us
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| Watching for laws and jackers
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| 'Cause this shit here too clean to be taken
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| I keep it tucked off in my clothes
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| You’ll never catch me out here buck-naked
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| Fresh drawls, them deadstock Js for the caskets
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| Pressing up on these bastards that owe me and I gots to have it
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| Wake up and cake up 'cause it’s only right
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| Soon as the sun go down, the freaks come out
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| And they gon' dress in something tight
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| I’m tryna dig deep, ginger ale and Hennessy
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| It keep me in the zone, all night long til' the clock strikes twelve
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| One more then I’m out of the front door
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| On a mission like a Waffle House cook for the 2−4-7
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| Man, I’m just trying to get paid
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| And make it where these mothafuckas hate
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| I got up to come down
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Got that playa shit by the pound
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| The gold with the lacs and the crown
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| Make it where them hoes come around
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Booming like a sub-underground
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| The whole city hearin' it’s around
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| We all on the get up to come down
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| This for those playas in those gator belts
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| Getting cheese like patty melts, serving up game like help yourself
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| Refereeing, calling plays on the sidelines
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| Super the bowl, diamonds and gold, won a ring like five times
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| I remember wanting to be that cause I seen it
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| Don’t ever tell a hoe you love a hoe if you don’t mean it
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| Unless it’s bout that paper paper, got that from a playa pimp
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| They say it’s work to be a P-I, easier to be a simp
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| Put it in motion, rollercoasting, peep the focus of a go-getter
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| If you flip it once and get it, it for sure figures
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| If you ain’t eating with your squad, you’s a hoe nigga
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| That’s from the heart, never pump Kool-Aid when we on a mission
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| That’s 24/7 like a waffle cook in a Waffle House kitchen
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| Man, I’m just trying to get paid
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| And make it where these mothafuckas hate
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| I got up to come down
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Got that playa shit by the pound
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| The gold with the lacs and the crown
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| Make it where them hoes come around
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Booming like a sub-underground
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| The whole city hearin' it’s around
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| We all on the get up to come down
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| Now here’s a little story that must be told
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| A wild young nigga off on Campbellton Road
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| I was raised on Kingsridge where there weren’t no rules
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| Robbing niggas for they Starter jackets and shoes
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| Yeah, I’ve done some real things, family full of fiends
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| Forty ounce of Old English and some Newport kings
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| Went from a pocket full of pieces and '74 Caprices
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| A Benz and a crib in Buckhead, thank you, Jesus
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| Boy I’m Sweet James Jones when I’m whipping a Biarritz
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| A Rollie on my wrist and a super bad bitch
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| And you know it’s southside, you can tell by the color
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| Give it a good look cause there’ll never be another
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| Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
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| And trust me, money can’t buy you that respect
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| Gotta feel it out of love, and get it from out the mud
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| And it’ll come round, or get out the way
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| I’m coming down
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Young playa worldwide, third coast all day
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| Mississippi well connected everywhere mayne
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| «4eva N a Day», 4eva howeva, 4eva anyway
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| You know how it be mayne
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| When you all the way down in the game underground
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| When you come up off that thang mayne
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| Them people can’t stand you mayne
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| They can’t, they can’t get with it mayne
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| Cause they don’t realize how or what it took
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| To get to a place where forever is a mighty long time
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| And all that time, you was doing it big
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| Somebody get fitted
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| 4eva is, 4eva was and 4eva we will be
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| Multi til' the muthafuckin sun die
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| K-R-I-T, King Remembered In Time, believe that there
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| Trying to get up to come down
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| So as the beat keep rolling on, the slab keep hitting that
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| 808 keep going on and the bassline keep being filthy and slashing
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| This is forever ever lasting in a timeless fashion, beitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Up 2 Come Down , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Song from the album 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп