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Goin up lyrics

Goin up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up!) Bently truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could’ve been a goner (up!) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain’t no persona (up!) Richard millie on my wrist, oh s–t, n—a, you say what you wanna I was real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers Been a real n—a, still a real n—a, they think I’m a performer Focus on bettering my life (yeah), ain’t have no place on that corner (not) They so, so mad (so, so mad), but I’ma keep goin’ up Trap for a livin’ (trap), I was flippin’ that pack for a livin’ (pack, pack) Who’d thought it be rap for a livin’? Back in the day I was packin’ a smith & (grrt bow) Big on my mind, then pa$$ it the vision Who put the block on the maddest potential? (me) I ain’t even finna act what it isn’t I’m sturdy, gotta move with tactical decisions Broski really good at scorin’, shootin’ while it’s pourin’ He ain’t good at pa$$in’ position Late night tryna catch an opp, hit him i...

Lil baby- right on lyrics

Slide my Rolls-Royce through the hood, that shit look good like right on Get your own salon, your hair done when you want from now on Tell the police I don't do nothin', I been sellin' these songs Ain't puttin' no cap inside my rap, ain't too much leadin' you on My lil' youngin' ready to slide, he listen to Shiesty all day Everybody in a supercharger, I know we gettin' away She want me to cum inside of who? I nutted in her face I don't like to go too many places, I run shit in the A Get a hotel for a year straight, ain't no pillow where I stay I know bitches who set niggas up, yeah I know niggas who whack bitches too, yeah I been in a hunnid million mood Life is real, let her pop a pill, she enjoyed herself Bad bitches, put 'em in a ring, they go below the belt No referee, ain't no stoppin' me, I'm tryna take it there The only problems I'm havin' in life is which watch I'ma wear I grew up on that take it shit...

Pop out lyrics

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane She don't like her body, left the doctor with a new shape Blowing up my phone 'cause she just see me with my new bae Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J She was tryna cling onto a nigga, but it's too late Booked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase And every single dollar in these bands gotta blue face Diamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it's Blu-Ray The way that I been ballin' should make the cover of 2K Show out for the summer I might pull up in a new Wraith Dissin' on th...

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