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word up! (feat. $hadjiggy & Mason Edwards)
by nbmusic
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Yeah
We gon' give you something you ain't never heard of
How we killing things you can call it murder
And can't nobody tell us nothing different
'Cause they ain't livin' how we livin' no
That's word up
Word up, woah-ooo-oh, oh-o-o
Ay, on the rolly roll
Tryina to get it though
You already know, ay, ay
Check the numbers boy
I'm scoring numbers boy
I'm doing numbers boy
Ain't no loverboy
I ain't cuffing one
I ain't saving none
I just need the funds
Or you can meet the gun, like
Grre
Fuck a bitch that be talking shit
Finding counterfeits, in her fits, in her arguments
Went into my office, money counting like it's offering
Word u-
Ay, there's a difference
She my side chick
You a sidekick
And you like it
Don't trust that bitch
She good at playing mind tricks
Try to steal your heart and hoodies
And then help you find it
Yeah
We gon' we you something you ain't never heard of
How we killing things you can call it murder
And can't nobody tell us nothing different
'Cause they ain't livin' how we livin' no
That's word up
Flight talk conversations on the G6
Watch your mouth I read people and I read lips
So much ice it'll make a nigga jump ship
Threesome but the foreplay her cum quick
Save money
Take money
Make money
Break money
Hate money
Fake money
Thick money
Big money
Big stunting
Fear nothing
It's coming
Trips coming
Nose runny
Show money
Flaunt money
That's throw money
Ha, ha, ha, he said that's throw money
But look
Back to the pad yeah
Back to the lab
Back to the wall yeah
Back to the bag
Back to the back yeah
I'm back on your ass
Back to the black
I'm back to the stat
Back to the dash yeah
I'm back in a flash
Black on the gloves
Black on the mask
Black on the car
Black on the glass
Gotta get more what more can you ask
Yeah
We gon' we you something you ain't never heard of
How we killing things you can call it murder
And can't nobody tell us nothing different
'Cause they ain't livin' how we livin' no
That's word up
Word up, woah-ooo-oh, oh-o-o
Uh, yeah, hm, hm, I don't know
Some, some shit there
Yeah
We gon' give you something you ain't never heard of
How we killing things you can call it murder
And can't nobody tell us nothing different
'Cause they ain't livin' how we livin' no
That's word up
Word up, woah-ooo-oh, oh-o-o
Ay, on the rolly roll
Tryina to get it though
You already know, ay, ay
Check the numbers boy
I'm scoring numbers boy
I'm doing numbers boy
Ain't no loverboy
I ain't cuffing one
I ain't saving none
I just need the funds
Or you can meet the gun, like
Grre
Fuck a bitch that be talking shit
Finding counterfeits, in her fits, in her arguments
Went into my office, money counting like it's offering
Word u-
Ay, there's a difference
She my side chick
You a sidekick
And you like it
Don't trust that bitch
She good at playing mind tricks
Try to steal your heart and hoodies
And then help you find it
Yeah
We gon' we you something you ain't never heard of
How we killing things you can call it murder
And can't nobody tell us nothing different
'Cause they ain't livin' how we livin' no
That's word up
Flight talk conversations on the G6
Watch your mouth I read people and I read lips
So much ice it'll make a nigga jump ship
Threesome but the foreplay her cum quick
Save money
Take money
Make money
Break money
Hate money
Fake money
Thick money
Big money
Big stunting
Fear nothing
It's coming
Trips coming
Nose runny
Show money
Flaunt money
That's throw money
Ha, ha, ha, he said that's throw money
But look
Back to the pad yeah
Back to the lab
Back to the wall yeah
Back to the bag
Back to the back yeah
I'm back on your ass
Back to the black
I'm back to the stat
Back to the dash yeah
I'm back in a flash
Black on the gloves
Black on the mask
Black on the car
Black on the glass
Gotta get more what more can you ask
Yeah
We gon' we you something you ain't never heard of
How we killing things you can call it murder
And can't nobody tell us nothing different
'Cause they ain't livin' how we livin' no
That's word up
Word up, woah-ooo-oh, oh-o-o
Uh, yeah, hm, hm, I don't know
Some, some shit there
