Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up Out My Face, artist - Mariah Carey.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Up Out My Face |
It’s not chipped, we’re not cracked |
Oh, we’re shattered |
Mariah, Young Money |
Nicki Minaj, you’re such a Barbie |
Yo, Mariah, I was in a million dollar meetin' he was cheatin' |
All up in the church he was sneakin' with the deacon |
Cat’s away while the mice will play |
L-O-L, smiley-face, have a nice day |
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band |
So stop, stop, stop censoring that contraband |
'Cause you was penny-pinchin', my accounts laced |
Attention, about-face |
I thought we had something special and we had something good |
But I should have had another mechanic under my hood |
If you see me walkin' by you, boy, don’t you even speak |
Pretend you’re on a sofa and I’m on the TV |
Might see me on a poster, see me at a show |
But you won’t see me for free, boy, this ain’t no promo |
Actin' all shamed now |
Wherever you been layin' you can stay now |
Gotta board the BBG and pull the shades down, I’m on the plane now |
And don’t keep callin' from your momma house |
When I break, I break, boy |
Up out my face, boy, up out my face, boy |
Up out my face, I break |
Up out my face, boy, up out my face, boy |
Up out my face, I break |
You ain’t ever gonna feel this thing again |
You gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc’d all your friends |
I ain’t walkin' around all mopey and sad |
That ain’t even my bag, baby, I break |
So look who’s cryin' now, boo-hoo-hoo |
Talkin' about you’re missin' your boo, hoo-hoo |
I know you ain't getting it, I know you ain't hittin' it No, you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you'll wonder who I |
'm messin' with |
While you ain’t next to me |
I’m going bye, so pay the consequences |
'Cause you acting all ignorant |
So you ashamed now |
Wherever you been layin' you can stay now |
Gotta board the BBG and pull the shades down, I’m on the plane now |
And don’t keep callin' from your momma house, when I break, I break |
Stylin' on them big B’s with the Benz out |
Elevator, press P for the penthouse |
Top dogs, yeah, we break like tacos |
Roscoe’s on his knees with a snot nose |
They be like, «She next», Kawasaki, T-Rex |
Give him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks |
Oh, that’s what he left? |
Let his momma pick it up Might back-up on it, vroom-vroom, with a pick-up truck |
That blue and yellow, yeah, that’s the Carmello Jag |
I bob and weave and hit them with the Mayweather jab |
I get the thumbs up like I’m hailin' a yellow cab |
My flow nuts like I’m hotter than a yellow tag |
'Cause when I break, I break, I break |
And no super glue can fix this s*** |
When I break, I break, I break |
Not even a welder and a builder can rebuild this s** |
When I break, I break, I break |
Not even a nail technician with a whole lot of gel and acrylic can fix this |
When I break, I break |
If we were two lego blocks even the Harvard University |
Graduating class of 2010 couldn’t put us back together again |
When I break, boy |
Up out my face, boy, up out my face, boy |
Up out my face, I break |
Up out my face, boy, up out my face, boy |
Up out my face, I break |
You ain’t ever gonna feel this thing again |
(I told you, I put, I put your stuff on the side walk) |
You gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc’d all your friends |
(I will go over every nook and cranny with a pick-up truck) |
I ain’t walkin' around all mopey and sad |
(Like straight up and down, this is Nicki Minaj, if they ask about me, |
Young Money) |
They’re collecting my bags, baby, I break boy |
Up out my face boy, up out my face boy |
Up out my face, I break |
Up out my face boy, up out my face boy |
Up out my face, I break |