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we go up (remix) - avereaux lyrics

[verse 1]
big dot
all the guys grippin’ burners
should the situation get hot
that’s how you get got

lil’ n*gga, go kick rocks
up to heaven’s do’, imma send ya soul
on god, i’m way bolder, you can get rocked

lil’ b*tch, i’m from 83rd
and i be on jeffrey
let’s see if a n*gga lit as he claim
b*tch, come & impress me
never been number two with the pen
so tell me which n*gga gone test me
ice skatin’ on my neck, i’m frigid with the set
yeah, i’m giving you gretzky with the jet*skis
n*gga from southside, my n*ggas is outside
p*ssy n*gga get f*cked, make ’em throat the glock
leave ‘em with his mouth wide
i ain’t cool with that cat, shots at his lifeline, i’ll send about 9
opps is clique*ing up, like a b*tch
aye, f*ck yo set, n*gga, suck my d*ck

n*ggas wanna play, i hit ‘em with the work & whip out the toolie
might have that n*gga have an accident and hit ‘em up with the oop*sie
look what you made me do, see
nut up on yo ho & made ‘em call an uber
yo bae my groupie

[hook]
i come from southside chicago
where they tap them triggers
no applause when they run up
and get to clappin’ n*ggas
got some soldiers in play
in case any action figures
and a haitian with the tec
poppin’ wheelies on gxsrs

i hope the f*ck you do spin
the bl!ck’ll leave you stuck
i be lookin’ h*lla nice, but still
the piece is tucked
so i hope you know the lord
go get ya jesus up
‘cuz imma send you down to h*ll
whenever we go up
awww
[verse 2]:
i may be low but i’m workin’
i ain’t forget you need a dot on ya head
you be the internet type to act tough
and then cry and go run to the feds
you n*ggas dirty as h*ll, you be beggin’ to f*ck
you got bumps on the head
aim never misses, i send one & n*gga, you dead

n*ggas be capping
‘till i go knock off they cap, and
at that point, b*tch i’m the captain
pop outta paxton
catch him’ lackin with the math
divide that boy into fractions
pull up on his block and run up in his spot
then sleep ‘em, turn his porch into a mattress
guaranteed ain’t no hoe in me
and that p*ssy worthless, you hoe for free

catch me smiling at the bank
pretty face, sickening frame
if i must be frank
you n*ggas’ ass & y’all raps stank
i’m rollin’ up & cheifin’ on some dank
i’m hot as h*ll, i’m beefing up the flame
n*ggas couldn’t see me with a monocle, monocle
gotcha n*gga fallin’ like a domino, domino
if my n*ggas do you in, i promise you that it will be a doozy
make ‘em mob up ya party & bruise up ya body then sn*tch all of ya jewelry
little boy, you a goofy
always cause a scene when n*ggas is shootin’, i ain’t talkin’ movies

[hook]:
i come from southside chicago
where they tap them triggers
(get money)
no applause when they run up
and get to clappin’ n*ggas
(take money)
got some soldiers in play
in case any action figures
(f*cka)
and a haitian with the tec
poppin’ wheelies on gxsrs
(what the f*ck you tryna do, n*gga?)

i hope the f*ck you do spin
the bl!ck’ll leave you stuck
(83rd)
i be lookin’ h*lla nice, but still
the piece is tucked
so i hope you know the lord
go get ya jesus up
‘cuz imma send you down to h*ll
whenever we go up
(get at me)

[verse 3]:
i said, mmmmm
lil’ hoe, i done pulled up card
you was sucking d*ck on ya mammy counter
now you finna gulp up dirt in the yard
i said, mmmmm
p*ssy ass n*gga, you make me sick
word ‘round town, you tryna be a b*tch
just so you can duck catchin’ this clip

couple n*ggas bussin’ out the bando
you ain’t pullin’ strings, you play the banjo
fake bindi on you like you hindu
ain’t no open*casket once i end you

p*ssy n*gga tryna get at me
told that b*tch to run me the addy
pull up on jeffrey, it could get messy
have that n*gga crying for his daddy

if lucci say get ‘em, they got
nothin’ but net when i shoot my shot
you gone be f*cked if i hit yo spot
up in the stu’, i’m cookin’ up, no pots

better say your prayers ‘fore you pop out
if i catch you, i ain’t tryna hear no cop*outs

my n*gga boog gone bully you
bbd whip out the blooka just in case a n*gga actin’ like he bulletproof
ain’t no more warning you
q.k. won’t save you
she called you an opp, & opps get dropped
and turned into angels

- avereaux lyrics

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