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up there, stuck there - chuck paradi$e lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
(emkay)
1986 (right)
sinners, sinners
roll up, roll that up
we bout to lap these n*ggas
it get hotter
aye, aye
ahhh

[chorus]
i dont be f*ckin with n*ggas
but i bet i finish whatever you started
me and my n*ggas we gone get retarted
lookin like food, we hittin the market
i dont playin with b*tches
she said that we f*ckin i guess that its up (up)
im grabbin my fire right after i nut
and you is a opp if you ain’t one of us (whoop)

[verse]
give me a second i run up the pack
just hit the plug got him doubling back (skrtt)
u hatin for nothin how sucker is that
no love for u n*ggas i’m huggin the strap (ha)
just beat it down got it puddling wet
she know what it is for i come up the steps (she do)
open ya mouth lemme tug on ya neck
put her to sleep we in cuddle effect (uhh)
don’t hit the phone u ain’t talkin bout chicken
chat ain’t bout money that sh*t hard to listen (say what)
multiply weight break it down in division
i’m way too high ain’t been down in a minute (b*tch)
f*ck all the bullsh*t b*tch i’m on a mission (whoa)
triple stack henny and loud in my system
think u got the juice then ya outta ya lemon
sick of these n*ggas i signed the petition (go)
workin i’m juggin finessing the beat
used to wake up to the stress and the beef (talk)
40 cal blow melt ya flesh with the heat
like uber just cancelled get left in the streets (boom)
drive like i know where i’m going
strains on loud idk what i’m smokin (go)
train goin wild penn station hoboken (go)
hop turnstile i ain’t waitin on tokens (ha)
pick up the pieces again (we push)
pick up the pieces again (ot!)
bussin them checks wit my scammer
she got me hittin them visas again (whoa)
we don’t be f*ckin with losers
i’m on fire ball like hadouken (perfect)
u come wit too many problems
i ain’t got time to find the solutions, n*gga (i dont)
i put it on for my hood (hood)
i get it in for the streets (streets)
book me a show on ya tour, (ya tour)
i’ll fill it in for the seats (sold out)
u can bet on chucky p
i ain’t let n0body f*ckin wit me (whoooo)
i got the juice don’t make me squeeze
what is the sun without the capri (blaooow)
[chorus]
i dont be f*ckin with n*ggas
but i bet i finish whatever you started
me and my n*ggas we gone get retarted
lookin like food, we hittin the market
i dont playin with b*tches
she said that we f*ckin i guess that its up (up)
im grabbin my fire right after i nut
and you is a opp if you ain’t one of us (whoop)
i dont be f*ckin with n*ggas
but i bet i finish whatever you started
me and my n*ggas we gone get retarted
lookin like food, we hittin the market
i dont playin with b*tches
she said that we f*ckin i guess that its up (up)
im grabbin my fire right after i nut
and you is a opp if you ain’t one of us (whoop)

[outro]
you know whats up n*gga
na you really know whats up n*gga
its up there and its stuck there, know dat
pull off bruh…

- chuck paradie lyrics

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