| Light up
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| You know how I get down
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| It’s chill
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| I’m so fresh, ayy
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| Every car I’m in weed scented
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| I know eses that could write a book
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| Off we winnin' (Woo)
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| You the best bae
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| Gotta keep my mind off these women
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| I put Gucci on her coochie, now she G’d up (Now she G’d up)
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| She woody-woodpeckin' all on my tree trunk (Tree trunk)
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| Ha, baby, I so real
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| Tell me how it feel with my vehicle
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| Hit the dip, swing it side-to-side
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| Don’t forget the pork with the potato
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| Now we makin' chip, off the Richt' (Woo)
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| We still run a label, still be labeled as a G
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| And all my fatals ain’t no fable, now
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| Grab a zip and break it down
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| I so- I so awesome
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| Every week I smoke a pound
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| Silent in my house
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| But still my lady sayin', «Boy, you loud»
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| Known to fuck a beat up (I am)
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| Known to fuck a beat up (I am)
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| You fightin' everybody
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| We ain’t known to take no re-ups (Aha)
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| Known to fuck a beat up (I am)
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| Known to fuck a beat up (I am)
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| You fightin' everybody
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| We ain’t known to take no re-ups, yeah
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Yeah)
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| Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Get it)
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| Show up just to blow up, I show up just to blow up (Get it)
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| Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah)
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Get it)
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| Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Yeah)
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Get it)
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| Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah)
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| I’m so fresh, ayy, nigga don’t test me
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| Nigga don’t test me (Nigga don’t test)
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| I am a genius, a mathematician
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| Mathematical wizard, I’ll slide on your wisdom (Woo)
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| I’ll shatter your prism, bitch
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| Get off my dick, I’m on my boss up shit (I'm a boss)
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| You won’t do shit but be a vic
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| A stain, a lick, hardly a blip (Ya)
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| Forever on my square, bitch
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| And that’s some rare shit
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| Drop racks on my kids, why?
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| Because I care, bitch (Bitch)
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| We ain’t never been the same, why?
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| 'Cause life ain’t fair, bitch (Yeah)
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| Neither one of us is Fred
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| So why do you a-stare, bitch? |
| Look
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| Also, also, also
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| You should not be flossin'
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| But he still be gully
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| Get to stuntin' and you lost it (Yeah)
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| Also, also, also
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| You should not be flossin'
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| Get to stuntin' and you lost it
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up
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| Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Ah)
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up
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| Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah)
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Ah)
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| Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Ah)
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| Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Ah)
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| Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Show up 2 Blow Up , by - Cashis. Song from the album I'ma Ride, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп