Lyrics:
ina dem face seh dem haffi get blind up
Pon de top a top a toppa mi climb up
Muka pachiteshi chinzwa Ngoma line up haffi whine up
Star fi shine up
Pon
the club line up the bottles
I'm a chrome winner shine up the whip we drop the top
in the summertime I'm a big spender
For your love big spender
[Verse 1:]
the club line up the bottles
I'm a chrome winner shine up the whip we drop the top
in the summertime I'm a big spender
For your love big spender
[Verse 1:]
or not, I just pulled your bitch with no line-up and Crocs
Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks
Young niggas line up for Glocks
Talk slick, one shot,
got fye (fye)
Eyes gettin low so you know I’m gettin higher (higher)
If you got some smoke, then you know to hit my line up
Roll up some moh so know ima
out
Inside out
Through every scar
Line me up, sink me down
And wait until the hook comes back up
ripping you apart
There is a thread for every
Get it up get it out get it in time
Hang it up hanging out hanging on a big thing
Move it in move it out move up the line
Bang it up bang it out
Right behind your butt
Just hit my line up
And Ima pop up
When it's time to fuck
Yeah girl I must
Be in the right club
Right behind your butt
Just hit my
Okay, I see the state line comin' up
The finish line comin' up
The baseline comin' up, okay, I gotta whip it
Bitch, you ridin' with my patnas
Bitch,
just playin' some game?
What if I just pull you close? What if I lean in?
And the stars line up and it's our last first kiss
What if one of these
You got your trophies
I know how you like to show 'em off and shine 'em up, and line 'em up, oh
I'm not your trophy, baby
I won't let you show me off
It's so cold, when that pussy open it's so cold, aye
Line it up for me how I was told, aye
Line it up for me how I was told, aye
Line it up for me
sign me up
I know them niggas wanna line me up
They want smoke tell' em sign me up
I know them niggas wanna line me up
But we ain't playing wit these
building in the wetlands
Gray hair, styled with a deft hand
Puts down business with his left hand
Line up, for your bread and water
Sons first, nothing for
time
Doors Suicidal
Line up on the baseline
Hand up on bible
Girl You finna be mine
We up in the maybach
Seats laid way back
Girl I need
on the floor
The lie itself becoming the seed
The messy mascara, the future deed
The actor's bow, the junkie's need
They line up again just to wipe you clean
play
Blindfold em and (line em up in a row)
I'm bored out of my fucking mind with these fat asses and fast food
Fake beefs and rap crews, snap-backs
Trafficking
See My Picture They Try To Point Me Out The Line Up
Now Its In The Chaos Shows Promotoer Screaming Back The Line Up
Then My Barber 2 300 Just So He
Real deal baby, I'm no counterfeit, click click
Line 'em up, knock 'em down
If looks could kill, they will
My body's fully loaded
And I got more
to bring the wave
You know life's a beach
She said, "Life's a bitch"
Let's hit Magic City
Watch 'em fly from the sky
While we line up the wall
Like
Ricky Ross (The Boss)
T-Pain (JR)
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in
Show me that it’s worth it and I’ll give it my all (when the stars line up)
I’ll buy you everything at the motherfuckin’ mall, yeah
When the stars line
Sitting back in valley's of my mind
Shutting out all the negatives and crime
Come on and celebrate
Line up take a place
Straighten out all
She just wanna fuck before the function
Only rings my line up for the fun shit
She a starphucker, wanna run shit
She just play the game don't give
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