PeeWee Longway — Up Up (The Blue M&M 4. 2019)
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Up Up (The Blue M&M 4. 2019) PeeWee Longway02:52
Текст песни: Up Up (The Blue M&M 4. 2019)
Up Up Lyrics[Intro] Longway, Longway This shit like a light switch, nigga, go on and off nigga I'm the field, I'm always on, pussy Every nigga round, we goin' up, up, up, up, up nigga You gon' stay down [Chorus] [?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up [Verse 1] Diamonds on my neck, ain't made for tuckin', bitch, it bling bling .30's in the club, all my homies brought the same thing Please don't make me gang bang, now they playing blame gang Every time we slide through, 30 more shots baow, baow, baow, baow Everybody duckin' the crowd, wow Gang lookin' like wow I'm living too reckless and wild The blue Suge Knight of the south Little biddy boy, pipe down I can get it up right now (Bad) Smoke in the air right now (Who want smoke?) Got a cancer stick on me right now I fuck the bitch up right here Might just pull up with my dealer [?] boogers on her finger Lemon Heads in my ear Got a lean plug, text, arrangin' And I prolly had the oil spills Thirty rounds and I'ma bang it Every video gon' be a drill [Chorus] [?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up [Verse 2] Smoke in the air, get stuck there Got bands and bullets on [?] This ain't a jet, this the Con Air [?] John Doe Triple cross you with the run do Make 'em patch up your body with bundle Get bags and trap out the condo Go up [?] with the balls on 'em [?] Like I'm Left Eye Left hand cookin' a stir fry (Hit it) Red dot, hit 'em from birds eye Sniper shoot you from the nosebleed Gucci go [?] on a murder scene Longway Frank White wit' the blue cheese I want in on all them niggas who in My homie wit' ten do ten bowls of weed (Trappin') I set the trend, it up by the week Bought the Maybach 'cause it matched the Philippe Cartier shake when I'm geekin' like Screech Thousand OG's and they gone in a week 4, 48, that's a thousand a piece Call out the play like a referee He go up 'fore I let a nigga take from me [Chorus] [?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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