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Stack It Up

Liam Payne

Stack It Up

2019

I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta

Chorus:
Louis vutton on my backpack
i just left the bank 
where the cash at ?
upgraded my rank where the stats at 
you can catch me posted where

Chorus:
Louis vutton on my backpack
i just left the bank 
where the cash at ?
upgraded my rank where the stats at 
you can catch me posted where

with the grip
We did it legit
Tell 'em what up
Tell 'em it's on
I be like Roddy I can't even talk
Ass tatted, in Louis Vuitton
Bitch give me head, I

(yeah, shh, shh)
Sweep the game right with a broom
Fit right in like I ain't new
I met that bitch in the morning
Fuck that bitch straight by the moon

Tell that bitch get the whole rack
My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck

Whoa, whoa (8)

Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis  (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)

When I pull up in that maybach
You know I'm getting racks
Fendi on me baby
You know that I'm getting big racks
Loui on me baby
I disappear like

acid on my tongue give me more it's so much fun
I roll molly roll a ton I roll molly like I'm the plug
I snort a line then I snort a bump drugs by

you saw me on that video, but nah, it wasn't me
I get out for that freestyle, but no, it ain't free
Fuckin' on these bitches, but you know it ain't

a homiside
It's gon be a homiside
See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by
Standing they on the side lines
They know it's a homiside
They know it's

On the Smooth Tip

Sweet Tee

Queens of Rap

1990

you will, I leave em stand still 
Rap better than me, that noise please kill 
Solve any crime like the great Dick Tracy 
Make more jazz than the late

ass like a frisbee,
Grab you by your hair trying to put it in your kidneys,
That pussy hug me, grip it like it miss me,
Sucking on that pussy like I'm

(Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)

action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard
Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred
Man that sound absurd
Matter fact to me that sound

stylist
I call it a passion for fashion
Uh, brand new Louis V up out the plastic
I'm talkin' shit that straight from Paris
Water on my wrist, bitch you

and baby I don't take a day off
Ain't no breaks that ain't my kind of jazz
See I'm full of pizzazz I don't deal with bitch ass
I ain't hypnotized by no

To hero
We no Dey do
Borrow borrow
Kuo asa wey fine
Like ini edo
Balling like
Odion ighalo
If money go
Give me fever
I no send
Whether nah high
Or yellow
If

give her a check

We at the bank and we cashing fake checks
She was like Wesley, he taught me the best
That nigga lame, he be stressing his ex yeah, I am

Psycho

Lords of the Underground

Here Come the Lords

1993

I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's

the glue snaps
Walk away with 2 snacks
Damn that ass is softer than some smooth jazz
Trynna walk up on me give it 2 smacks
Got your girl like

Oh damn
You

girl
No
Don't give me lip baby girl
No
It's been trip baby girl
Shit
I'm on my shit baby girl
Yeah
This ain't a miss baby girl
No
Don't give me lip baby

Since I was young, been a mufuckin' mack, yeah
Long live Jack
Catch me a opp, put a bitch in the past
Money on his head, I ain't worried 'bout that
Give

Nigga, go kill somebody
Can't afford to have no even score
Long nights, Just me and Olay in that
Kitchen by that stove
I think that's the same reason why