Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song She Goin' Up , by - Chris Brown. Release date: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
She Goin' Up |
| Now usually I don’t do this |
| But a nigga wanna trip so I’ma take a nigga’s bitch |
| Yeah, got 200 on the dash |
| A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich |
| Every night is somethin' different |
| I started poppin' pills with no prescription |
| 24/7 on a mission |
| I’m the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention |
| You shoulda left her in the kitchen |
| Now she cookin' up my mama’s favorite dishes |
| She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me |
| Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin' |
| Why you textin'? |
| She complainin', you be stressin' |
| With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested |
| I told her, «do better», said she’s open for suggestions |
| I said, «Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser» |
| And I don’t really care |
| I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air |
| I’m with her, fuckin' up the sheets now |
| If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down |
| Pause, nigga don’t act like we boys |
| I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors |
| Better not fuck around with me, boy |
| That bullet wound gon' keloid, why you mad, nigga? |
| Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now |
| She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer |
| Red Bottoms up right now |
| Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up |
| Not you, made her life, brand new |
| She actin', brand new |
| Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now |
| Pussy open, yours two doors |
| Legs up like Aventador |
| Raw nigga to the core |
| Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore |
| And I’m fresh out the store |
| I just bought it cause I’m bored |
| All up on the news in my new girl couture |
| They don’t sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important |
| Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous |
| Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes |
| Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap |
| Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab |
| Fuck you know about that? |
| 500 hundred on the Lamb' |
| Goin' up, yeah, I’m pourin' up |
| She took too much, now she throwin' up |
| Came out the top and I’m blazin' |
| Worldwide, nigga, it’s amazin' |
| Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us |
| She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco |
| Dámelo that ass goin' loco |
| And I ain’t gon' interrupt her dancin' |
| Cause she turnin' up right now |
| Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby |
| I’ma do what he won’t do |
| I bet he won’t sing to you |
| He don’t even got a ring for you |
| I got you, girl |
| I’ma make you hit them notes: «ooh, ooh» |
| When I’m in and out, baby don’t let go |