Lyrics:
up
Now run it up, yeah
I get the check
And then run it up
I move with finesse
When I run it up
Got the bolt on my chest
How I run it up
Yea, I get
thought I was dead on the flight
Fell asleep in Berlin I woke up in Dubai
I woke up in Dubai
When I fell asleep it was snowfall outside
I guess I‘ll get
get through them but screw them
It's been a bumpy ride but not much worse than Angie's driving
SNOOT II so exciting, boys are bitchless, that's how I
common sense
It was just lawlessness
It wasn't homage it was just nonsense
So forty in law so before I'm unconscious
Devil get up off me devil get up off
up until the present
Rehearsin' flows for various shows
Yeah, that's how I roll
Gettin' respected, never neglected
As I infect it, they detect it
When
a Nigga I'm more like Shawn kemp
Even with all the clues it bust my brain I couldn't add it up
In that big tahoe switching lanes how I had Macked it up
Off
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let's go and give it to 'em boy
Let's go'n get 'em out the way, it's a new wave
much we got (we got)
To see how much we got (we got)
Pull it up sit up get up and count your money
Before it all gets spent up
And you want to get
good, baby
Cause you'll be gone for a while while while while
Girl tell me how you feel, what your fantasy oh
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
You
good, baby
'Cause you'll be gone for a while while while while
Girl tell me how you feel, what your fantasy oh
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
with myself tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright (Oh-woah)
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
(I'm five years sober so
throw my phone in the bin
Wanna kick it with people who know how I think
I wanna get on a plane to Berlin
I wanna fuck with my brain till it's fixed
I
obligation
When the Saints go marching in
I will deny you as my kin
But you get to live on this planet
When the Saints go marching in
Oh when the Saints go
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
Man, you know how young niggas steppin', man. You feel me
For real, though
Man, we live, man. Turn up by the front of me
Man, that nigga really gotta
do it again
If we down by 2 I shoot the 3 you know I'm just tryin' win
Fuck the fame, I'm runnin' up digits Fat Bro I need them M's
And when it's time
See the problem is I was just a friend
Certain code that I live by
Don't let hoes try to get by
Don't let bros try to get by
Love and hate there's
that's where I be
Know how many people try to get by me?
Wonder how many tricks I got up my fleece
They say my shit be too outlandish, yeah this drip from
inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown
ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh, I like them tattoos on your leg (on your leg)
I wonder how they look up by my head (aw baby, baby)
I'ma lay you
of poison
So I don’t want none of em, Let em’ pop out,
They gon’ back the fuck up or they gon’ get knocked out
Lights all out, felt so lost
I was dealing
Irving, raised with two brothers by a single mother
Looking out for one another
Working just be discovered
Not a fighter I’m a lover man, but I gotta get it
the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
That's what everybody say, oh yeah
We gon' turn up, niggas know
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
Think about it every
getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines (everybody get up)
I know you want it (hey)
I know you want it (oh oh, yeah yeah)
I know you want it
But
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