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Текст песни, слова 50 Cent - We Up

17 февраля 2013 г. Просмотров: 2029 RSS
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Текст песни 50 Cent - We Up (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd)


I’m around the bullshit like a matador

I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion

That pussy make a weak nigga break down

So which you want, the cheese or the chicks?

You want the chicks but she want the cheese

A bitch gotta eat

I’m having the epiphany, you niggas ain’t shit to me

Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from

I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine

You be that next nigga coroners come outline

You ain’t made of what I’m made of

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch

Your shoes come from Bakers

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?


You all know when we pulling off the lot

Brake hit the button then we pulling down the top

Shine’s on stunting and I’m pulling out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot

But front, I’ll make it pop

Y’all don’t do it how we do

Niggas ain’t on the shit we on

Everything new, spikes on the Louboutins

We up, nigga


Visualize everything I needed and dream

Penalized every hoe nigga that have a scheme

Guns in your video get you locked in a beam

Me, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges

Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father when he gave you a ditch

Should have been a bitch in pajamas

I made my first million fucking dollars

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular

I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody

I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer

Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single

20 thousand, she got a hell of a …

I'm in her mouth like I knew I can have kids


You all know when we pulling off the lot

Brake hit the button then we pulling down the top

Shine’s on stunting and I’m pulling out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot

But front, I’ll make it pop

Y’all don’t do it how we do

Niggas ain’t on the shit we on

Everything new, spikes on the Louboutins

We up, nigga


Round the world touring, the city got boring

Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans

Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange

Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses

Living life with no worries

My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus

Don't make it slam on you like a …

… a gang in a story

Ops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry

She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury

Everything you aren’t flier nigga saw it

Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari

You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom

Just keep performing, go girl

About to film a movie and guess who's starring


You all know when we pulling off the lot

Brake hit the button then we pulling down the top

Shine’s on stunting and I’m pulling out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot

But front, I’ll make it pop

Y’all don’t do it how we do

Niggas ain’t on the shit we on

Everything new, spikes on the Louboutins

We up, nigga


Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast

Deep colored VS stones around my neck, bitch

Feels like a nigga dreaming

Feels like a nigga dreaming

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