Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up! (50 Cent & LoveRance Tribute), artist - The Hits. Date of issue: 05.06.2012
Song language: English
Up! (50 Cent & LoveRance Tribute) |
| See I kno lately dat we ain’t did much, but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon |
| make it up, I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors, and lies, |
| but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine, and I’m gon stretch my time |
| we gon make thangs righ |
| T, no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night, and I’m gon beat da pussy up, |
| baet da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough |
| I walked outside, I'm tired of dis man, my juvey in da yard wit my draws in her |
| hand my girl looked at me said you dog as nigga, finna put dis knife in yo |
| mutherfuckin liver I couldn’t say shit had to leave da house she punched me in |
| my shit |
| All I did was walk off, because I’m wrong, but tonite when she go home I’ma keep |
| callin her phone til she let me lay dat bone my other bitch don put me on child |
| support, my nigga on da run slip and got on dat dope I need to fuck somein ba |
| D I got some preasure built up so da next thing I fuck she gon get extra ripped |
| I looked up to god told fix dis shitI got JLO at home I need my bitch, |
| look three in da morning girl still hanging up da phone she ansewred bring yo |
| na |
| Sty ass home |
| I kno lately dat we ain’t did much but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon make |
| it up I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors and lies but hoever |
| gets da weather you gon always be mine and I’m gon stretch my time and I’m gon |
| make it right no m |
| Ore layin by yourself between yo sheets at nite and I’m gon beat da pussy up, |
| beat da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough |
| Man dis next time dis bitch hit me on my cherp line bossie out my mouth was I’m |
| right on side my fuckin girl look oh you lettin hoes suck on my shit i told |
| nall she suck bleef she thought it was me. |
| she got quite fa a mintue i kisses |
| her on da neck i played wit da pussy and got my girl wet she said i love ya |
| black ass i said i love you. |
| another hoe don hit me up boosie what it do. |
| she grab my phone who is hoes up she broke my shit threw out all my dojo shit |
| mad a nigga moe sick i’m like damn what i dont did she like boosie you ain’t go |
| never see ya motherfuckin kids. |
| i told her that i’m sorry. |
| i tired of lien |
| tried seein my girl cry i need second third chance plz dont get another man it |
| been months since i took you out always in dat fuckin south i wanna beat that |
| pussy up plz dont put a nigga out |
| See I kno lately dat we ain’t did much, but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon |
| make it up, I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors, and lies, |
| but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine, and I’m gon stretch my time |
| we gon make thangs righ |
| T, no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night, and I’m gon beat da pussy up, |
| baet da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough |
| Now latly everybodi been trippin me you and da children, everybody been slippin |
| i’m keep real i lets get it right lets have diner candle light shit that will |
| be nice but da ice ice ain’t u happy da price ain’t make u happy but it wasn’t |
| all that it was hoes who bought the madness we use to laught at each other now |
| we mad at each other in da bed we use to culddle now i barley even fuck her and |
| ever time u gone i be thinkin of u got my thang rock hard girl i’m fenin fa u |
| and we frist met it was right on time u bonnie i was clyde girl u down to ride |
| plz nigga i’m your rididi die that what i like to hear whisper softly in my ear |
| lets take em to bank like zacar off of haly ker all these years down da drain |
| im 75 percent wrong but i’ll nver change but 'm workin to get better mane |
| See I kno lately dat we ain’t did much, but on my moma girl I promise I’m gon |
| make it up, I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors, and lies, |
| but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine, and I’m gon stretch my time |
| we gon make thangs right, no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night, |
| and I’m gon beat da pussy up, baet da pussy, beat da pussy up til you holla dats |
| enough |
| Boosie bad on da track nigga mouse on da beat it more than beauitful baby |
| belive that but i goota holla at cha but i’m on my way home on my way home on |
| my way home i’m on my way home on my way home |