Young nigga bouta go up I don't got time to gooo down
Lotta a love when you wit the niggas but lotta hate when you not a round
Why is love so hard to find it seem everybody out to get me
Lotta niggas like to call me brotha but where was you when I was selling tickets
And I knowww that it's gon be alrighttt
I gotta get the loot all bitches staring at me off white on the shoes
Sit back watch me roll up and get into the booth
Just relax they know they ain't f*cking wit you
I can't trust em I can't love em I deen turnt to that dude
She keep on calling I can't answer so she calling me rude
I'm just out here chasing paper and perfect what I do
And ima stand on my 10 rather I win or Iose
I gotta stay on my ps and qs
I caught the case I ain't know what to do
I was confused Feel uncomfortable
Now Im hittin the booth and I know what to do
Tre Valentine - GoUp Lyrics
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Young nigga bouta go up I don't got time to gooo down
Lotta a love when you wit the niggas but lotta hate when you not a round
Why is love so hard to find it seem everybody out to get me
Lotta niggas like to call me brotha but where was you when I was selling tickets
And I knowww that it's gon be alrighttt
I gotta get the loot all bitches staring at me off white on the shoes
Sit back watch me roll up and get into the booth
Just relax they know they ain't f*cking wit you
I can't trust em I can't love em I deen turnt to that dude
She keep on calling I can't answer so she calling me rude
I'm just out here chasing paper and perfect what I do
And ima stand on my 10 rather I win or Iose
I gotta stay on my ps and qs
I caught the case I ain't know what to do
I was confused Feel uncomfortable
Now Im hittin the booth and I know what to do
Lotta a love when you wit the niggas but lotta hate when you not a round
Why is love so hard to find it seem everybody out to get me
Lotta niggas like to call me brotha but where was you when I was selling tickets
And I knowww that it's gon be alrighttt
I gotta get the loot all bitches staring at me off white on the shoes
Sit back watch me roll up and get into the booth
Just relax they know they ain't f*cking wit you
I can't trust em I can't love em I deen turnt to that dude
She keep on calling I can't answer so she calling me rude
I'm just out here chasing paper and perfect what I do
And ima stand on my 10 rather I win or Iose
I gotta stay on my ps and qs
I caught the case I ain't know what to do
I was confused Feel uncomfortable
Now Im hittin the booth and I know what to do
Writer: Larry Martin
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