Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chin Up, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chin Up |
| I got friends that need, family to feed |
| Friends that need, family to feed |
| (Bricksqaud Monopoly) |
| The industry grew me up mentally |
| Physically, financially ya’ll can’t fuck with me |
| I’m soon to be in the top three put it on the |
| Beat my G. Partner got two, Brother got two |
| Momma got five momma got eight. |
| It ain’t |
| Bout cake plus a nigga I’m straight. |
| Eat it out |
| The pot I don’t need no plate, you can ask |
| My girl I don’t need no date. |
| Four singles up |
| Aye shawty you late. |
| Sleep when I’m dead meet |
| Me at my wake. |
| Ninety-five problems like the |
| Beast awake (west side). |
| Everytime they hate |
| I act alright. |
| I love every beat southside make |
| They call me mister eight-oh-eight. |
| Roll up blunts |
| I don’t do no shake. |
| House on the hill I don’t want no lake |
| Pump yo bricks why u worried bout us. |
| Monopoly |
| Boys in the squad I trust plus I got friends in need, family |
| To feed. |
| Flag in my pocket as unity. |
| Not the same person I |
| Used to be. |
| I ain’t going nowhere, get used to me Flocka! |
| Pick yo chin up (Flocka) don’t walk with your head down |
| Those just words don’t let them knock you down |
| I got friends that need, family to feed |
| Friends that need, family to feed |
| All for one one for all. |
| One swing we all swing |
| All these niggas they got my back, a mill ticket that’s chump |
| Change I got friends that need, family to feed |
| Friends that need, family to feed |
| Cause gettin' money don’t make shit (Nope) |
| Nigga never gave me nothing, had to take shit |
| Whole hood rep blue like the Patriots (Squad) |
| Got the Glock like nigga do the matrix (Pow) |
| Niggas start breaking laws, fuck jail. |
| Went to court |
| Judge was like no bail (Shit) I don seen a lot of things on the |
| Dope scale. |
| I ain’t trap rob a nigga wholesale. |
| Fifty deep |
| Everybody gotta eat (gotta eat) one bed everybody gotta sleep |
| (Gotta sleep) spend hours in the line just to folks. |
| Put |
| Barack in the office, nigga still broke. |
| Daddy beat momma |
| Ass, yeah I had it rough. |
| Fucked a nigga up so I got big enough |
| Did shit nigga hoping to do, why you want my autograph nigga |
| I’m broker than u. |
| Momma cried, two jobs. |
| two, work |
| Forgive me my God, I’m fucked up, times hard. |
| Dirty shoes |
| Rent due, D Moss we miss you. |
| Behind the mic, they don’t |
| Know what Slim D been through… Dunk! |
| Pick yo chin up (Flocka) don’t walk with your head down |
| Those just words don’t let them knock you down |
| I got friends that need, family to feed |
| Friends that need, family to feed |
| All for one one for all. |
| One swing we all swing |
| All these niggas they got my back, a mill ticket that’s chump |
| Change I got friends that need, family to feed |
| Friends that need, family to feed |