Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Re-Up , by - Danny Brown. Release date: 07.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Re-Up |
| Used to get domed up by crackheads, |
| And still got my balls licked by pretty bitches, |
| Sack n the Scottie Pippen’s, Kid on the Gotti mission, |
| But seen his down fall is your best friend snitching |
| I’m in the kitchen with the mcspoon and lactose, |
| Rat bitch rubbing on her titties on the row |
| Nigga come down, listen for the doe, |
| I know my baby momma bet not call no mo, |
| Bitch talking Pampers, no she’s full of shit, |
| Impossible for babies 2 take that many shits. |
| Rapping about bricks but I ain’t never seen one, |
| I think I’ve seen like three hundred bo’s once, |
| Fuck 'em with 'em addicts, holding automatics… |
| Dog I ain’t lying even served a Dramatic, |
| Used to bring the lettuce then I had to dead it |
| Ass tried to song every time he wanted credit |
| And I’m trying to make re-up |
| Fuck around, put a G-up |
| And blow a blunt with my man, |
| See I’m just trying to make re-up. |
| Fuck around and put a g-up, |
| And drink a fifth for my niggas, |
| See, I’m just trying to make a re-up. |
| Fuck around, put a G-up |
| And blow a blunt with my man, |
| See I’m just trying to make re-up. |
| Fuck around and put a g-up, |
| And drink a fifth for my niggas! |
| Christmas every year come faster and faster |
| New Year come around claim my baby on your taxes. |
| Dog I kno connects, you middleman taxing, |
| 3 gram dimes of green, u was rocking chloe glasses |
| Did for the Jordans for what you feel important |
| I’m 02 my weed increased the dropout rate at northern, |
| Senior bitches skipping, get em weeded out, |
| And take her in the back room, my nigga smut em out, |
| Hoodrat bitches putting blunts in they mouth, |
| Smoke some weed, order coney time 2 fuck it out, |
| Rock a fit 4 3 days then go and cop a new one, |
| Rode a bike to linwood just to give away my ones, |
| Hopping out the cab and when I step out, |
| First thing they say I ain’t kno them came out, |
| But nigga I ain’t trippin I’m grinding on a few bucks, |
| Really ballin and I’m trying step it up. |
| And I’m trying to make re-up |
| Fuck around, put a G-up |
| And blow a blunt with my man, |
| See I’m just trying to make re-up. |
| Fuck around and put a g-up, |
| And drink a fifth for my niggas, |
| See, I’m just trying to make a re-up. |
| Fuck around, put a G-up |
| And blow a blunt with my man, |
| See I’m just trying to make re-up. |
| Fuck around and put a g-up, |
| And drink a fifth for my niggas! |