lirik lagu up it – n7 & pwap
[verse 1: n7]
these n*ggas don’t like me, they tryna belight me, your b*tch my fan, she dyin’ to skype me
i’m in your bed, with my d*ck out, eatin’ yo kids snacks, and using your wifi, these b*tches is triflin’
i never had it, but now that i have it, the gang goin’ crazy, the haters still whinin’
they tried to flex on a n*gga [?] then we got rich on these n*ggas, that sh*t perfect timin’
i don’t smoke k too, b*tch i let the k spray
choppa make him dance like a n*gga doin’ the nae nae
free my n*gga spitta, r.i.p [?]
you a whole rat, n*gga i’m a big a
back in the day, used to jump with the bros
n*ggas is squirrels, i’m bad to the bone
n*gga talkin’ sh*t, i’mma pull up with a paper roll
paint you like a picture, have you drippin’ like a raincoat
big ass booty, stick my finger in the a*hole
i can bet a quarter, you have never seen a bankroll
n*gga i be spazzin’, why i gotta aim for?
choppa, origami, make a n*gga facefold
i should be on “say cheese”, showin’ off my queso
b*tch you a fan, you gon’ do what i say so
[interlude: pwap & n7]
woo, you already know what the f*ck goin’ on
petty wap in this motherf*cker
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
i never gave a f*ck of a n*gga or a b*tch
on god, these n*ggas see a young n*gga shinin’
these b*tches see a young n*gga shinin’
on god, we the opps
free the opps, b*tch
woo!
petty wap
[verse 2: pwap]
you payin’ for p*ssy, you goin’ out sad
go get some money, don’t you want a bag?
i came out from nothin’, now these n*ggas mad
[?] in my pocket, i set you on yo’ ass
i drive in a uber, i don’t want no crash
i still got my pole up, don’t reach for my cash
i’m f*ckin’ on models in the bubble bath
i hit up [?] for the f*ckin’ cash
i hit the [?] with my brother cash
we breakin’ yo pockets like they made of glass
eat up the beat, yo’ b*tch gettin’ thrashed
yo’ b*tch eat the meat, drop kids on her ass
hold up, let me bring that sh*t back
yo’ b*tch eat the beat like a cup of noodles
i’m with the ruger like a toaster strudel
n*ggas is b*tches, let’s call em’ a poodle
don’t f*ck with b*tches [?]
i’m the king, i feel like the [?]
beam at his head like a [?]
i’m a real n*gga, i don’t need no shoota
don’t love no b*tches, i got love for my jeweler
[outro: pwap]
on god!
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