| Longway, Longway
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| This shit like a light switch, nigga, go on and off nigga
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| I’m the field, I’m always on, pussy
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| Every nigga round, we goin' up, up, up, up, up nigga
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| You gon' stay down
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| they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up
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| Yes, I don’t flip some, my price is going up, up
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| Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club
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| Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
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| Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Diamonds on my neck, ain’t made for tuckin', bitch, it bling bling
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| .30's in the club, all my homies brought the same thing
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| Please don’t make me gang bang, now they playing blame gang
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| Every time we slide through, 30 more shots baow, baow, baow, baow
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| Everybody duckin' the crowd, wow
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| Gang lookin' like wow
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| I’m living too reckless and wild
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| The blue Suge Knight of the south
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| Little biddy boy, pipe down
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| I can get it up right now (Bad)
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| Smoke in the air right now (Who want smoke?)
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| Got a cancer stick on me right now
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| I fuck the bitch up right here
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| Might just pull up with my dealer
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| boogers on her finger
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| Lemon Heads in my ear
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| Got a lean plug, text, arrangin'
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| And I prolly had the oil spills
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| Thirty rounds and I’ma bang it
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| Every video gon' be a drill
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| they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up
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| Yes, I don’t flip some, my price is going up, up
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| Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club
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| Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
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| Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Smoke in the air, get stuck there
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| Got bands and bullets on
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| This ain’t a jet, this the Con Air
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| John Doe
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| Triple cross you with the run do
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| Make 'em patch up your body with bundle
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| Get bags and trap out the condo
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| Go up with the balls on 'em
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| Like I’m Left Eye
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| Left hand cookin' a stir fry (Hit it)
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| Red dot, hit 'em from birds eye
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| Sniper shoot you from the nosebleed
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| Gucci go on a murder scene
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| Longway Frank White wit' the blue cheese
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| I want in on all them niggas who in
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| My homie wit' ten do ten bowls of weed (Trappin')
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| I set the trend, it up by the week
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| Bought the Maybach 'cause it matched the Philippe
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| Cartier shake when I’m geekin' like Screech
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| Thousand OG’s and they gone in a week
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| 4, 48, that’s a thousand a piece
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| Call out the play like a referee
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| He go up 'fore I let a nigga take from me
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| they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up
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| Yes, I don’t flip some, my price is going up, up
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| Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club
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| Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
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| Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up Up , by - Pee Wee Longway. Song from the album The Blue M&M 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп