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We Up Song Lyrics
We Up by Kendra Smith [Verse 1]
I’m around the bullsh*t like a matador
I’m used to the bullsh*t, 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 what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
You want the chicks but you want the cheese
A b**ch gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t sh*t 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 and outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum b**ch
Your shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga b**ch look like that?

[Hook]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ 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 sh*t we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga

[Verse 2]
Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, b**ch
Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin’, Armor All
It feels like a nigga dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherf**k the fame

[Hook]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ 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 sh*t we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga

[Verse 3]
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got borin’
Bury Mike with cash, no life insurance
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Need a ranch, got too many horses