Lyrics:
up, big upStick up, stick up, stick up kids (uh)
Still don't nothin' move but the money (you know these lives niggas straight strugglin')
Big up, big
I don't know what this is, I don't know what this ain't
I don't know what's wrong, who's fault it is, or how it got this way
I don't know if what I
morning
It was driving me crazy
I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked
what's love for me
I know I got a lot of love, it's trust for me
And gotta stay up on my pivot, and watch my feet
That's a young nigga roamin up in these
you
They not ready hold up
Ay yeah
They not ready
Yeahhhhh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look
Im too much (yeah)
Im too clutch (yeah)
Im too up (what )
Scoot up
a soldier
Lawd it's you I believe in
And I know what you want what you needing
You are the front of the pack, Gyal you're leading
So tell me, eh ah what
think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong
Now I met the queen and I understand why
Why she closed the door
I'm not making excuses
But
know I might like it (know I might)
And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it (hey)
Baby girl, you know what I like, baby, you know just
It's a Big E Beat!
My paint is like, damn! ?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know
like you know what's up
Best act like you know what's up
Strolling down the boulevard
Don't act like you know me Cuz
You know where the wave be
aim cause the game wasn't playing
Just saying, I'm really the shit
Blow up a blimp
Cause I'm bigger than this
Know I'm a pimp
You can tell by the wrist
I gotta get it by any means
I gotta get it by any means
Cook in the kitchen I serve the fiends
Pay what you owe it ain't nothing free
I gotta get
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't
to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You know what it is, put your fucking hands up
Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down
And then
don't you know?
Oh, yeah, now, I recognize (yeah, what's up?)
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes (fake?)
Yo, can I interest you in some
don't you know?
Oh, yeah, now, I recognize (yeah, what's up?)
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes (fake?)
Yo, can I interest you in some
pretty tonight
Hold on now let's go till morning
Get up on love and stand by me
Stand by love, stand by me
I'm a shell shocked lover, under cover
Yo E, somebody come in this motherfucker
With me man
I'm with you nigga, you don't need nobody
I'm with you nigga come on nigga what's up?
LS
eight months ago
And I was so disappointed
I never picked up the pieces
I was above that. I hate that I couldn't say that no more
I didn't know who I was,
want what you flaunting baby
You know what i'm wanting baby
I can take ya where you wanna go
We gone get lit and that you know
Take ya time and turn up
I'mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it's crunch time
You know
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what's up
to let you know
I had a crush on you ever since cold crush, you know what
You probly think I’ll try to keep you hold up but hold up
I’m tryna make this
don't give a fuck, man, the flow is Huey Newton
Don't be acting like the teacher But forgetting about the student nigga
Ayy, what's up, what's up, what's
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