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come up - le$ (boss hogg outlawz) lyrics

[intro: ace boogie]
i see you rolling up in the black saab, gold bbs’s
i said d-mn this n-gga is really making money man…

this how i feel right now
riding through the town with yo’ b-tch
living on a high
sh-t i can’t explain right now
just know that wanna get rich

[hook: le$]
man i’m trying to come up, up, up, up, up (4x)

[verse 1: le$]
look, look, look
trying to get this sh-t a hundred million different ways
presidential, a mobster with some sicilian ways
play residential’s, i’m laying back gettin’ full of haze
cloud number 9 on some frankie beverly and some maze
a different page on these suckers really another book
i’m gonna give it the way it is f-ck the way it look
i tell your dream b-tch roll something for a n-gga
a’int gotta touch ya got plenty brothers who pull the trigger
i’m putting food on the table, this a’int no game now
see i’m just f-cking around, we a’int the same now
you instagraming and taking pictures, we taking action
i’m taking over and our sh-t is way better than calvin’s
i’m only adding them hundreds, subtract them f-ck n-ggas
and they promoting that ignorance like you dumb n-ggas
tell you how to do it, but they never done it
they ain’t even got no sneakers
but they tell you that they’re running they frontin’

[bridge: ice]
money making mitch, tell me something good baby
its all good ice
i know it is, finally moving up in the business

[verse 2: curren$y]
real-estate and rocks
some in the safe, got some on my b-tch, some on my watch
disney on ice, meet fort knot
regardless what the charge is i cops if i want it i own it
imma k!ll it if i on it
soon as i get it throw them speakers in it and them rims on it
think i didn’t but i did smash baby girl in that tennis skirt
burn the joint with her brought her back to work
spray a little cologne on my shirt before i walked into moms crib
and i’m still smelling like that california bomb sh-t
smash two plates of that home cooked
that have your soul shook, now its back to the paper
numbers, phone book
i flip through in my new 6-2
too sick, need tissues for my new sh-t move b-tch
with all that look and who-ing

[hook]

- le boss hogg outlawz lyrics

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