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Up (Who Am I) (feat. Double R Oscarr)
by B.O.S
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Who am I, B.O.S Yes
Certified, Popeye with the flex
Hit it twice then we on to the next
We just tryna have a good time
We ain't tryna stress
Who you tryna test
I was in and out of class
Rhyme book in my backpack tryna get a pass
In and out of sleep, I've been high for a week
Couple more shots, I'll be out on my feet (Real talk)
Yeah, we just tryna celebrate
Good vibes we ain't down for the hate
I'm on nigga time, sorry that I'm late (Sorry that I'm late)
But you can't put a time on great
Popping bottles, turning up until the sun's up
I remember being broke, now I got my funds up
Shawty sending pictures in the chat
That's for later, ima hit you right back
Popping bottles of Jack, We got JD
Broski rolling a blunt, We getting wavy
(Yeah)
Got shots going up
Cocktails in the cup
Whole club going up
Shawty making it clap, she going crazy
For the night let me make you my baby
(Yeah)
Red cups in the air, turning up till the sun re-appear
Who am I, double r in the flesh
It's the ladies' sensation all the women say yes (yes yes)
Keep it a buck I'm not the one you can check
You can check me if you send chèques
If not, stay in line
Two meters, please
Don't wanna cough and I don't wanna sneeze
Wanna go viral but not as a patient
Matter fact viral don't pay rent, scratch that
Put on the side like French fries and biscuits
CBG out here for the business
I got a line of credit like I do coke
You know me you know I'm too dope
We got Omar, Danny sax and dope man twizzy
Andre wolf and he turn on a full moon really
B.O.S yes the chief who too picky
Whole team killing it no fifty-nine fifty (yeah)
Popping bottles of Jack, We got JD
Broski rolling a blunt, We getting wavy
(Yeah)
Got shots going up
Cocktails in the cup
Whole club going up
Shawty making it clap, she going crazy
For the night let me make you my baby
(Yeah)
Red cups in the air, turning up till the sun re-appear
Who am I, B.O.S Yes
Certified, Popeye with the flex
Hit it twice then we on to the next
We just tryna have a good time
We ain't tryna stress
Who you tryna test
I was in and out of class
Rhyme book in my backpack tryna get a pass
In and out of sleep, I've been high for a week
Couple more shots, I'll be out on my feet (Real talk)
Yeah, we just tryna celebrate
Good vibes we ain't down for the hate
I'm on nigga time, sorry that I'm late (Sorry that I'm late)
But you can't put a time on great
Popping bottles, turning up until the sun's up
I remember being broke, now I got my funds up
Shawty sending pictures in the chat
That's for later, ima hit you right back
Popping bottles of Jack, We got JD
Broski rolling a blunt, We getting wavy
(Yeah)
Got shots going up
Cocktails in the cup
Whole club going up
Shawty making it clap, she going crazy
For the night let me make you my baby
(Yeah)
Red cups in the air, turning up till the sun re-appear
Who am I, double r in the flesh
It's the ladies' sensation all the women say yes (yes yes)
Keep it a buck I'm not the one you can check
You can check me if you send chèques
If not, stay in line
Two meters, please
Don't wanna cough and I don't wanna sneeze
Wanna go viral but not as a patient
Matter fact viral don't pay rent, scratch that
Put on the side like French fries and biscuits
CBG out here for the business
I got a line of credit like I do coke
You know me you know I'm too dope
We got Omar, Danny sax and dope man twizzy
Andre wolf and he turn on a full moon really
B.O.S yes the chief who too picky
Whole team killing it no fifty-nine fifty (yeah)
Popping bottles of Jack, We got JD
Broski rolling a blunt, We getting wavy
(Yeah)
Got shots going up
Cocktails in the cup
Whole club going up
Shawty making it clap, she going crazy
For the night let me make you my baby
(Yeah)
Red cups in the air, turning up till the sun re-appear
