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We Go Up (Remix)

 

We Go Up (Remix)


(O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit)
(Swizzy na bicie, ziomal)
You know I took—, I took some time off (Papi Yerr)
And you know, bitches is not seeing me, you thot

We pull up on the opps and them bitches gon' hide like they lace, they ain't coming outside
And we don't need no Siri, we already knowing where these motherfuckers reside
Shoot a nigga on IG live, yeah, that nigga soul going straight to Dubai
And it's only one reason why
[?] (Baow)
Nigga done took the bait
I run up on a nigga like, "What's the hate?" (Ah)
Tell a nigga straight to his fucking face
"Your chain look fake, nigga, is it cake?" (Ah, ah)
That's some shit I wouldn't take
One good blow, that shit'll break
Kim K walking in Balenciaga
[?] wrapped with the yellow tape (Baow, baow)
Gang, gang, gang, we go up, ayy
Bitch got a problem, we show up
I thought I told this nigga, "Get lost"
[?] looking at him like, "What's the hold up?" (Ah)
Went from a shampoo girl, now washing these hoes, that's one hell of a glow up (You know)
Let me go to the gym and just get my head straight
Stomp a bitch out when I skip leg day
I don't give a fuck about you, lil' fella
That pussy ran through like Coachella (Hahaha)
Stop dragging these bitches? That's never
Call her Rue, she getting drilled forever (Ah, ah)
Took her man then made that man come sit that money on the muhfucking dresser
He bought me a wedding band but it ain't on my hand [?]
Never miss when I beat that ho
Upside her head, I play Connect 4
Hope and pray she got a back door
Brrata, that shit gon' blow
All these hoes be so damn broke
Walk down on 'em, I stay on go
Think shit sweet, I'll split her teeth
Now got more rooms than an exit room (Baow)
Watch how I load up the semi
I'm counting up money, it's so many Benjis
I'm up in some Fendi but they can't offend me
When they in designer, it's not the real thingy (Goddamn)
[?]
These hoes is some bums and they throat is a chimney
This dumb bitch will swallow this whole round
Found me a nigga [?]
I can't [?]
Claim you the biggest, well, bitch, I feel bigger
You got the Glock but you not a real killer
Look like my finger be doing the jerk when I'm pulling it back on that muhfucking trigger (Ah, ah, ah)
I'm independent but, yeah, I'm that nigga
I don't split checks so these bitches is bitter
I'm over that casket, feeling fantastic
Sprinkling roses with Salt Bae rhythm (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Baow, baow, baow, baow

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