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Performed By: Derek King
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Darryl Granberry, Derek King




Derek King - UP Lyrics
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I'm sorry, I might just fly out your bitch
You sleep on her Twitter, she already subbing on how she wanna f*ck on a nigga that's rich
And that ain't you
Hoes on my story they niggas be watchin', I'm breakin' the news
Out in the yams, we f*ckin' in poos
Breakin' in passing and hoes in twos
You mention my name, that's callin' the gang
Crazy when niggas would do for some fame
Bank account look like I'm in GTA
Hoes take a look then we married today
Baby gon' pop that shit, move back, let me pop my shit
Got a Kodak, my fit
Had a Ice Age, my wrist, Alaska, my chain
Bughetti, spaghetti, the ring
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Black truck filled by the end of the night
Takin' all phones, gotta keep shit private
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Pop me a ten, cause I'm tryna feel light
Penthouse, we got hoes, got a ice
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up
Bitch, we up
When I was broke, they weren't f*ckin' with me
Now people hittin' me up
I don't know her name, but she f*ckin' on me
Got your bitch lickin' me up
That's not a Toyota
There's a Maybach that's pickin' me up
I get bored and I tell him, roll up
I got Fanta and weed in my blunt
She used to regulate niggas with nine to fives
Not the niggas with motion
Niggas beef with DDG for promotion
Niggas tryna ride my wave like the ocean
Niggas tryna ride my wave like a head brush
Hit the split for New York, got a head rush
Dirty up the Sprite, I'm pourin' a red stuff
F*ck a bitch up, I'm geekin', but sped up
Niggas be talkin' like they really know what I'm about
But these niggas don't know how I'm movin
Niggas had told me that I had fell off
But I thought when you fell off, you supposed to be losin
Beat the pussy up, I got that bitch oozin
I'm a millionaire bitch, I can prove it
Flickin' on a cootie cat like a acoustic
Hit a bad bitch from the back and now she bruisin
I'm in the Bay, I'm with Derek, the padic got carrots
The diamonds as thick as your bitch
Yo n**** broke you embarrassed
She want you a player, you need to come f*ck with the kit
That bitch, she like how I move, she think that I'm cool
She don't want a regular dude
Pop me a ten, cause I'm tryna feel light
Penthouse, we got hoes, got a ice
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up
Bitch, we up
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English

I'm sorry, I might just fly out your bitch
You sleep on her Twitter, she already subbing on how she wanna f*ck on a nigga that's rich
And that ain't you
Hoes on my story they niggas be watchin', I'm breakin' the news
Out in the yams, we f*ckin' in poos
Breakin' in passing and hoes in twos
You mention my name, that's callin' the gang
Crazy when niggas would do for some fame
Bank account look like I'm in GTA
Hoes take a look then we married today
Baby gon' pop that shit, move back, let me pop my shit
Got a Kodak, my fit
Had a Ice Age, my wrist, Alaska, my chain
Bughetti, spaghetti, the ring
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Black truck filled by the end of the night
Takin' all phones, gotta keep shit private
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Pop me a ten, cause I'm tryna feel light
Penthouse, we got hoes, got a ice
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up
Bitch, we up
When I was broke, they weren't f*ckin' with me
Now people hittin' me up
I don't know her name, but she f*ckin' on me
Got your bitch lickin' me up
That's not a Toyota
There's a Maybach that's pickin' me up
I get bored and I tell him, roll up
I got Fanta and weed in my blunt
She used to regulate niggas with nine to fives
Not the niggas with motion
Niggas beef with DDG for promotion
Niggas tryna ride my wave like the ocean
Niggas tryna ride my wave like a head brush
Hit the split for New York, got a head rush
Dirty up the Sprite, I'm pourin' a red stuff
F*ck a bitch up, I'm geekin', but sped up
Niggas be talkin' like they really know what I'm about
But these niggas don't know how I'm movin
Niggas had told me that I had fell off
But I thought when you fell off, you supposed to be losin
Beat the pussy up, I got that bitch oozin
I'm a millionaire bitch, I can prove it
Flickin' on a cootie cat like a acoustic
Hit a bad bitch from the back and now she bruisin
I'm in the Bay, I'm with Derek, the padic got carrots
The diamonds as thick as your bitch
Yo n**** broke you embarrassed
She want you a player, you need to come f*ck with the kit
That bitch, she like how I move, she think that I'm cool
She don't want a regular dude
Pop me a ten, cause I'm tryna feel light
Penthouse, we got hoes, got a ice
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up, up, up, up, up, up
Bitch, we up
Bitch, we up
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Writer: Darryl Granberry, Derek King
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