| And I don’t even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth
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| But every day they’re leaving bottles in my dressing room
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| So who am I to tell them no, I guess I’ll turn it up
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| I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up
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| Uh, yo
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| I’ma just jump off the coupe
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| I’ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes
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| I’ma just jump off the coupe
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| I’ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes
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| I’ma just jump off the coupe
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| I’ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes
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| I’ma just jump off the coupe
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| I’ma just, I’ma just-
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| Diamonds, put that on the top
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| Me, myself and the white Chris Rock
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| I’ma just Beverly Hills
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| I’ma just showcase mega skills
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| I pop a piff in my Fanta
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| I froze my heart like Alaskan panther
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| Me pull a bad from Sweden
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| Release the chain, got me bobbing and weeping
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| Trying not to catch a cold
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| My Range Rover, 24-karat rose gold
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| Watch when you climb in the interview
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| I’ll drop an album in Hong Kong
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| I’ll smoke a blunt in the synagogue
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| Watch me tip-toe through the pentagon (Damn, real)
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| And I don’t even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth
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| But every day they’re leaving bottles in my dressing room
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| So who am I to tell them no, I guess I’ll turn it up
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| I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up
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| I might pull off with your wife
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| I boss up for the night
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| Double the cups with the Sprite
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| I go for rounds like a mic
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| I hit that bitch from the back
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| I didn’t even take off the Nikes
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| She knew that I got a sack
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| But I ain’t paying the price
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| I barely drink but I’m rolling up
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| I’ma let you get drunk, I’ma hold it up
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| You can’t beef on my block, you ain’t cold enough
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| Boy how you turning up? |
| You ain’t told enough
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| I took a break from the grind
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| Shorty was sending me signs
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| She heard I’ve been 'em nice
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| And I run to feel like it’s
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| Ooh, I dropped the roof with the piff
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| She want me, I’m feeling her sis'
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| So I get the off the riff
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| Ooh, I call another assist
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| Ooh, molly water helped me slide in it
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| with your thighs in it
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| , might lie in it
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| Spark a blunt with three 5 in it
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| Molly water helped me slide in it
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| with your thighs in it
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| , might lie in it
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| Spark a blunt with three 5 in it
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| And I don’t even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth
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| But every day they’re leaving bottles in my dressing room
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| So who am I to tell them no, I guess I’ll turn it up
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| I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cup Up , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album The White West, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп