| Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
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| Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
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| He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
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| But all my bitches they brats (Brats)
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| Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)
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| These niggas up to something (Hmm)
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| Hey, she need to fuck or something
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| I’ma wake up for somethin'
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| I fell in love with nothin' (Yeah)
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| Bitches, they do it for me
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| Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (Yeah)
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| Patrick Swayze, Swayze, Swayze, save me
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| All my bitches get it, never lazy (Yeahhh…)
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| All my pockets full like they pregnant (Ahh…)
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| Y’all niggas still hatin' (Yeah… Sheesh!)
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| Dice in the middle
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| I’ma shoot it with precise in the building (Yeah)
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| Fuck that bitch because she likin' my rhythm (Ayy)
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| White on her head, I got lice and I’m buildin' (Ayy)
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| Lil' mama ready, she Tyson, go get her (Woah)
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| I can’t complain, I got ice in my bezel (Ayy)
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| I’m not racist, I got white in my Bentley (Hey)
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| Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it (Ayy)
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| Hell yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| Call me mister mister Porsche (Yeah)
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| Pockets swole with no abortion (Yeah)
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| I sleep soft, I’m never snorin' (Yeah)
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| Talk to bitches when I’m borin' (Yeah)
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| Your money little like a Yorkie
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| I open your head up with a forty (Fah)
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| I think I’m gettin' back to the old me (Hmm)
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| Yeah, I’m gettin' back to the old me
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| Hey, these niggas up to something (Hmm)
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| Hey, these niggas fuck for numbers, ayy
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| Drank take a lil' sip of that Act (Blow it)
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| Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
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| I’m in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
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| My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
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| Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
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| Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked
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| Ask me like how I do that? |
| (What?)
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| Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah)
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| About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew)
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| If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew)
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| Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
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| Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
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| Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
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| He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
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| But all my bitches they brats (Brats)
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| Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)
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| These niggas up to something (Hmm… Yell ah, ah, ayy
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| Eah)
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| Hey, she need to fuck or something |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up To Something, artist - Metro Boomin. Album song NOT ALL HEROES WEAR CAPES, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп