Tekst Utworu

YEAH! We on the up and up Got a couple bucks put me out the muck YEAH YEAH This a sucker punch HS8's wake the neighbors up What you want Some malice Call the cops About it Sympathy Don't got it Break a chair over your head I can tell You don't know Bout these hands On this man YEAH! We on the up and up Got a couple bucks put me out the muck YEAH YEAH This a sucker punch HS8's wake the neighbors up What you doin Pop shit shuv it man this is what I'm doin Doesn't know my real name, but she know my music? I be in the cut driving through this bitch fluent It's about time my time keep it moving What you got Believe me You soft boy Panini Big rub The genie I keep skipping on bail YEAH! We on the up and up Got a couple bucks put me out the muck YEAH YEAH This a sucker punch HS8's wake the neighbors up What you doin Pop shit shuv it man this is what I'm doin Doesn't know my real name, but she know my music? I be in the cut driving through this bitch fluent It's about time my time keep it moving
Writer(s): Becket Edwards, Christian Lum, Marc Mcbean, Tony Davia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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