Paroles de la chanson Upfye par LAZER DIM 700
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Paroles de la chanson Upfye par LAZER DIM 700
(Yeah) Yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) yeah
Don't grab me or you fucked, dummy
12 behind me, I wanna zig-zag
Bust a right, I got these folks on my ass
My pockets fight, they battlin', who got more cash?
Seen the nigga wag, he bitin' my swag
Need another nigga to tell you what to do
Hide my face from this fuck shit with these blues
Bitch better not set us up, she the swoop
My lil' partner havin' luck, he get loot
Truck run out of gas, give this bitch some juice
'Fore I get a Gucci purse, get some shoes
All I eat is racks, I'm allergic to food
Mid in zaza packs, serve it to old dude
Don't grab me or you fucked, dummy
12 behind me, I wanna zig-zag
Bust a right, I got these folks on my ass
My pockets fight, they battlin', who got more cash?
Seen the nigga wag, he bitin' my swag
Need another nigga to tell you what to do
Hide my face from this fuck shit with these blues
Bitch better not set us up, she the swoop
My lil' partner havin' luck, he get loot
Truck run out of gas, give this bitch some juice
'Fore I get a Gucci purse, get some shoes
All I eat is racks, I'm allergic to food
Mid in zaza packs, serve it to old dude
That wasn't no drip, you thought that shit was drip?
And for the hundred-round, you know I'm bustin'
I hurry up and jump out, my partner be rushin'
We got the pack in the backseat, somebody musty
You better not tax, we ain't bringin' more money
I ain't even tap the brake, got the bitch runnin'
You could tell that he was scared to risk it
Every day, we tryna finish this mission
Old head lecture, I don't come 'round
On the floor, in the closet, break my gun down
Hood hot like one-O-seven-point-nine
I got a .40, gotta upgrade to .45
I ain't got no change, spend a whole hundred
Skimp him out his drugs, I be cold-blooded
Toe stuck, me and my partner bump poles
Dirty fifty-round, that bitch in my clothes
Send a drop to the bando, come get your pole
And for the hundred-round, you know I'm bustin'
I hurry up and jump out, my partner be rushin'
We got the pack in the backseat, somebody musty
You better not tax, we ain't bringin' more money
I ain't even tap the brake, got the bitch runnin'
You could tell that he was scared to risk it
Every day, we tryna finish this mission
Old head lecture, I don't come 'round
On the floor, in the closet, break my gun down
Hood hot like one-O-seven-point-nine
I got a .40, gotta upgrade to .45
I ain't got no change, spend a whole hundred
Skimp him out his drugs, I be cold-blooded
Toe stuck, me and my partner bump poles
Dirty fifty-round, that bitch in my clothes
Send a drop to the bando, come get your pole
Two different burners, got two different phones
I don't take pictures, rap niggas is clones
Nigga reachin' for my pendant, send his ass home
Arab in my store, be puttin' that shit on
Smoke too much dope, I think my liver done broke
Nigga think he hard, he got took down by my folk
Before you reach for my necklace, do coke
Change my style, I turn white like Lil Boat
Hit your bitch from the back, hit high notes
Mercedes Benz driver, she gon' go
Lil' brother locked, pop shit for lil' bro
Get ranned over, you a possum in the road
5 in the mornin', we knockin' at your door
I'm a real stuntman, I got on biker clothes
Chop your hand off, the fuck you pointin' for?
Try to snake me out, I stand at the backdoor with fire (The backdoor with fire)
I don't take pictures, rap niggas is clones
Nigga reachin' for my pendant, send his ass home
Arab in my store, be puttin' that shit on
Smoke too much dope, I think my liver done broke
Nigga think he hard, he got took down by my folk
Before you reach for my necklace, do coke
Change my style, I turn white like Lil Boat
Hit your bitch from the back, hit high notes
Mercedes Benz driver, she gon' go
Lil' brother locked, pop shit for lil' bro
Get ranned over, you a possum in the road
5 in the mornin', we knockin' at your door
I'm a real stuntman, I got on biker clothes
Chop your hand off, the fuck you pointin' for?
Try to snake me out, I stand at the backdoor with fire (The backdoor with fire)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No bap, one more time, one more time
Go, go, go, bitch, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No bap, one more time, one more time
Go, go, go, bitch, bitch
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