Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Up - S2-E13, artist - Pa Salieu. Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Next Up - S2-E13 |
| Look |
| All about the business, elevate the profits |
| IPhone *ring ring*, trap phone *bling bling* |
| All about the Lizzy baby do it for the money |
| Bruvah where were you when we never had nothing |
| Bro’s in cage 'cause ah OT |
| Grave--graveyard nights tryna get that wage in |
| Girl give me nip slip when I say so |
| Whine up your body gyal when I say so |
| I see a devilish gyal, she ain’t gonna «Hello» |
| I say it how it be, now they mad ova' me |
| I need my cake up, grudges I don’t make up |
| All that crud really had him sliced |
| I say her anythin' ah anythin', get it with no evidence |
| Nothing is the same no more since hit the cemetery |
| Money movin' '97 babies to the from |
| Flat runnings in and out bandos, we was late shifting |
| I’m billing, same bruvah I don’t mind cali |
| Go hard or go home, the are hella' loco |
| How you claim the lifestyle, now you snitching to the popo |
| Judas tried to gain, Lord have mercy pon the road dem |
| Profits with the money, yeah I save it like the goalie |
| , I collect it like the pastor |
| Family over anything, I beg you try brodie |
| Careful that’s the |
| I told them, they didn’t believe |
| Oh I took some couple losses in them building |
| Blockin' with the cali, now I’m Chinese |
| wan' take my life away, I told them try me |
| Bro ain’t coming home until he’s 50 |
| And they wonder why you run away from police |
| Young nigga fell in love with the moula |
| Let me take the lead, I’m a ruler |
| Humble over anything, |
| Judah got crucified 'cuh this is no monopoly |
| Stack bills, medicine man like I’m Cosby |
| Jack turkey, he fell in love with the white Frost |
| when you’re deep in the hustle |
| Ask mumsy, nobody helped with the struggle |
| Fuck boy talk sh--talk with no noise |
| I was employed, now I’m self-employed |
| Had a dream that I’m dead-up, head top red-up |
| Must’ve got blown by a 2-barrel uh--oh |
| How did I end up and slip like this |
| Yeah, I must’ve been fuckin' with the Judas |
| I said world, fuck all then fuck it harder |
| Wisdom over anything, the realest in the plaza |
| T got napped 'cuh he try kawal her |
| P with the spinna' on a spinna' man ting |
| I said, T got napped 'cuh he try kawal her |
| P with the spinna' on a spinna' man ting |
| I said, T got napped 'cuh he try kawal her |
| P with the spinna' on a spinna' man ting |