Lyrics:
Posted up in queens with my queen we was fuckin on balconies
I was posted up in France with the clan we was doing our dirty dance
I was buying back
extra money, nigga thought 'bout pourin' up the red or green up by the fo'
Bitch think she up to some, if it ain't foreign, get on adios
Been had good
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
around me I seem to assume
Now I'm just posted up right in the club with my brother we sipping on Casa Azul
Just had one bottle so times it by 2
Just had
Everybody get up, it's the wake up call, you Already know I got it all
Everybody get up, it's the wake up call, I be Posted up inside the hall
Posted in the back, I attack on her (yeah)
Beach house on the island, yeah (beach)
North side, where we wylin', yeah (yeah)
She a hood thing, she
Last time we chilled we barely made it to the couch
New loveseat baby we can try it out
Ooh she's giving loveseat Vibes nestled up by my side
See
your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known kid rock
Posted up I'm still the same
Sipping on this liquor
Rolling up this Swisher
Yea yea
Broski yeah I do my thing
Paper get to flipping
Tipping
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
heart then ran away that's when I ran off with them thugs
I'm sorry baby I was chosen by the streets I'm selling drugs
Niggas posted con el gun y piensan
wonder can we get a room lady
Can we get a room baby
Look at this bad mufucka posted up on da wall
I'm tryna walk up to her see if I can make panties fall
(neva)
And I be trippin' (trippin')
But I won't relapse
I know you see my texts, baby you should read that (read that)
Cause when I'm up next, I won't even
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
Yeah I know sometimes it gets hard
Baby waiting on a star
I don't want to turn my light off
I be going till the light on
Yeah yeahhh
I be posted up
I
Relate my life to NBA 'cause in
This game I'm James Harden
My shorty posted up on D
Play by the paint and then he sparking
He ain't tryna have no doubt
He
posted, caked up Hostess
Face down while that a** up shawty focused
No hands but I control it like hypnosis
Chosen straight outta Roseland 1 double O
Baby I said I loved you and I Meant it
Posted with the gang but we Came from the trenches
Yeah I won't switch up on the Gang
Baby I said I loved you
to you
by "Up Close and Personal"
my centerfold
That my baby, man, she never leave
Got her hangin' with my kinfolks
She want everything, I know, I know
She got Chanel purses by
No one really knows anything
Posted on the balcony always looking up to where I wanna be
Roll that weed let's drink and disappear
Energy is all I
through the park (park)
Candle light dinners by dark (dark), I'm thinkin' smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, crush and be up
we all gon' die
Baby lets go take a ride
Way
Way
Way up In The sky
Don't let life pass you by
This ones for my guys
Yeah it's a test you see
We
type, yeah
Baby fuck that other nigga, he don't even hit it right
I be posted up and out the way and I'm just livin' life
Getting to that bag and I get
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