| Foe tryna hit the V-LIVE
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| Boy, it’s too much of that shit
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| Roll up, boy, that shit dead
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| Turn that ass around
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| Ratchet shit, uh
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| Shawty and 'em poppin' out the cut, fappin' shit
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| Shawty know I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
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| Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m with it, what’s happenin'? |
| Uh
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| I just popped a lil' half a yerk so I’m feelin' fantastic
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| I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work 'cause I been in the bank like Ashton, uh
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| I’ll buy a lil' bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
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| Hood bitch with me, I’m like a NASCAR driver, she ain’t been in no fast one, uh
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| And I’m smoking V-LIVE, she givin' head while I’m drivin', I’ma fuck around,
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| crash it, uh
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| I’m like fuck it, then I’ma go smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion, uh
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| I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though, even though they plastic
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| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| In that new shit, I can self-park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic (I'm feeling
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| Jurassic)
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| And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist, uh, look at the dash (Look at
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| the dash)
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| Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah, I just fill it with cash (Uh)
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| Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash (Stacey Dash)
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| But it ain’t really 'cause of her face with her lil' basic ass (Bitch)
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| Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh
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| Nigga, fuck it, uh, I’ma cock this bitch and up it, uh
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| She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it
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| Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it
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| You might wake your neighbors with they lil' racist ass
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| You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
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| You hatin' on me 'cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
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| We ain’t smokin' but on nothin' but exotic, you’d think we laced the bag
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| I got my bitch a Chanel bag, uh, cost like twelve stacks, uh
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| Ridin' Trackhawks, uh, fuck your Hellcat (Nigga)
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| And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
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| Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward, uh
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| And don’t let no nigga ho you, keep that MAC, no Pro Tools
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| Keep that bag (Rrah), overheat that MAC (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
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| And I’m a star, check my VV’s, you can see these hoes from afar
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| I mean you can be these, don’t care if you BD or if you GD, we on that car
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| Word to my ma, word to y’all, word to Allah, whoever your god
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| Whatever a nigga play, send him up to his god
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| Whatever a nigga make, we gon' double it at the mall, uh
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| Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh
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| Nigga, fuck it, uh, I’ma cock this bitch and up it, uh
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| She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it
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| Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it (Up it) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up It , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Still Swervin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп