Song parody of
My Price Just Went Up
by Era Hardaway
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Gas on me I roll it up
Drink on me I pour it up
Work ain't ever slowing up
Everyday we goin’ up
Shawty said she got a man
Really I don’t give a f**k
Look at him then look at me
Then look at them now look at us
Juuga babe I play the cut
Matter fact I made the cut
Know I keep a clipper on me
Run up and get tapered up
Think we run a postal service
All my n*ggas papered up
Thought this world was tailor made
Cause everything is made for us
My shit, wavy brah
Your shit, maybe ehhhh
They call Juug the baker man
All my bread stay raisin’ up
All my cake be layered up
Fiftys, hundreds, flavors brah
My young n*ggas blow that cartridge
If you playin games no Sega brah
OG big bag, bank account and the gas
Nine Three bunkin’ out the roof like its swag
Young nigga walk around having thigh pads
Think I'm sponsored by Glad way I’m going for the bag
B*tch my presence is a present
My past was a blessing
I see God in the mirror, I was never fond of reverends
Young n*gga coming in first, I can do no seconds
Gotta go through hell, just to get to Heaven
The strong kicking in
The boot kicking in
Run that bag cash out and do it all again
The strong kicking in
The boot kicking in
B*tch we Mobbed out, no you can’t get in
Gas on me I roll it up
Drink on me I pour it up
Work ain't ever slowing up
Everyday we goin’ up
Shawty said she got a man
Really I don’t give a f**k
Look at him then look at me
Then look at them now look at us
Juuga babe I play the cut
Matter fact I made the cut
Know I keep a clipper on me
Run up and get tapered up
Think we run a postal service
All my n*ggas papered up
Thought this world was tailor made
Cause everything is made for us
My shit, wavy brah
Your shit, maybe ehhhh
They call Juug the baker man
All my bread stay raisin’ up
All my cake be layered up
Fiftys, hundreds, flavors brah
My young n*ggas blow that cartridge
If you playin games no Sega brah
OG big bag, bank account and the gas
Nine Three bunkin’ out the roof like its swag
Young nigga walk around having thigh pads
Think I'm sponsored by Glad way I’m going for the bag
B*tch my presence is a present
My past was a blessing
I see God in the mirror, I was never fond of reverends
Young n*gga coming in first, I can do no seconds
Gotta go through hell, just to get to Heaven
The strong kicking in
The boot kicking in
Run that bag cash out and do it all again
The strong kicking in
The boot kicking in
B*tch we Mobbed out, no you can’t get in
