| Sammy Adams*
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| Comin' up, comin' up
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| Yeah, Boston
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| Matty Trump
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| Yeah, uh
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it
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| Running airlines from LA to Boston
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| Can’t stop and I told you I promised
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| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter (hotter)
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| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| What up haters, I’m back so hows my dick taste?
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| I’m spitting grimy, like mouths without toothpaste
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| Never thought of mixing blood with my confidence
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| She was in my city, showing love to me’s the consequence
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| Cause my wills coming, whether or not you’re liking it
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| Felt like the tip of the pen that checks the counterfeits
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| Like, your girl ain’t never heard of me
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| Sike, 'cause she’d probably search the world for me
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha I laugh on tracks
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| You burst face to go hard cause your ass can’t rap
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| About to take off, see the stripes and the stars on my window
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| Plane flying on the air pitch dark
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| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it
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| Running airlines from LA to Boston
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| Can’t stop and I told you I promised
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| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
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| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| I told my parents that I was gonna get some
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| Hop on stage and get higher than a jet, son
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| Getting love told me why you never getting none
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| Born to the game, never pose as a step-son
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| I’m that new to iTunes, what’s next shit
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| Rewind that track, what time before I exit
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| Like I could give a fuck, really what y’all think
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| Destiny is blessing, bartender give me a tall drink
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| So I could fade out, dreams of being played out
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| City radio I’m good and look at how I made out
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| Uh, on the stroll my pops paved, telling me to do what i love
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| So now I’m on stage, taking shots, I’m just trying get in cage
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| Coming up bar, see the numbers on the fan page
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| Can’t stop cause they want 'em on the airwaves
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| Late night in Boston, west coast in the LA
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| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it
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| Running airlines from LA to Boston
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| Can’t stop and I told you I promised
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| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
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| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| And my sky line’s so contagious
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| Jet fuel on my tongue, ain’t hungover cause I’m wasted
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| Chewing on success, so close I can taste it
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| Came too far, homie feel like I’m a make it
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| Yeah, and you know I’m gonna get 'em
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| Agencies hawking, never can forget 'em
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| Slowly moving strong in positions that I’m winning
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| Better let em know
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| (Sammy Adams yeah tell 'em)
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| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it
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| Running airlines from LA to Boston
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| Can’t stop and I told you I promised
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| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
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| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter
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| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Comin' up , by - Sammy Adams. Song from the album Boston's Boy: Extra Innings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп