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I told my baby bring that rum. After a couple runs she hella drunk. That's what's up. Neighbors at my door like, "Turn it down, what the fuck?" But the only plan for tonight is tryna fuck Up. So guess you outta luck, bruh. Bestie now we acting rough. Popping bottles, rolling up that good. And all the folks around me hella hood. But we ain't stopping 'til we Hollywood rich. Fuck a Hollywood bitch. We be going up. Buddha gon' lift me up. Liquor gon' lift me up. Bad bitch bumpin' my shit, better lift me up. Buddies gon' lift me up. Buddha gon' lift me up. Liquor gon' lift me up. Bad bitch bumpin' my shit, better lift me up. Buddies gon' lift me up. Looking like a holy. Started from that cold. Now they hydrate the five stages 'cause that flow. Six shots of that Ciroc got me outta my Mind, now they call me Pac. Bitch know my time after 4 o'clock. We a couple of frogs. I give her my rock. Then you fumble it Up. GF throwing a route. Mainly that's why your bitch never around. Overall top shit that make bitches go wild. Drinking that rum, smoking that loud. Ocean of fun, I'm scared to drown. Every time I'm around you, baby. Put that monkey on my mind, that's a jungle Lately. I be waiting for my mama to say, "Man, damn, I'm saying." But ain't about gold. It don't mean nothing. Walk in there, baby, you tell me what's saying. Keep it a hundred, you run we run it, We run it, you run it. And I keep it a hundred. Got benches all over the place. Baby tonight won't be telling no face. But my baby don't mind, that's whatever it takes. And I been in her mind making clever mistakes. And my baby so fly like a spaceship in Space. Please never let my high go away. Oh, please never let my high go away. Shit, pushing the brakes is a foolish mistake. 'Cause a brother gotta go put some food on The plate. Make sure my family straight. Watch a motherfucker elevate. Buddha gon' lift me up. Liquor gon' lift me up. Bad bitch bumpin' my shit, better lift me up. Buddies gon' lift me up. Buddha gon' lift me up. Liquor gon' lift me up. Bad bitch bumpin' my shit, better lift me up. Buddies gon' lift me up. So high, I ain't talking 'bout hello. Lisbon city fella. Mama work 24/7. Dad was missing, didn't care for us. He didn't care for us. And that's the kind of shit that will lift You up. Elevators couldn't do it the same, no, No. Sacrifices were made, but they won't be in Vain. And that's why I gotta kill it like A murdering spree. Bad, bad, do it for the Ones who wish to see me succeed. My homies up up in the don't be. Bad bitches so supportive, they copping the CDs on Release. I'm so lifted. Fucking flying, I'm gifted. When you lift me up, do it for the Love, not for the business. 'Cause I can feel The difference. I rolled it, I hit it, I Passed I'm lifted. My day ones are with me, They help me to get it. The fake ones Got caught up, they don't understand it. That you don't get credit for being unpleasant. But I'm on that merit, that cream on the Cherry. My team so exquisite, that Ocean's 11. We upping the levels. I pop me a several. So tonight we acting rough. Popping bottles, rolling up that good. And all the folks around me hella hood. But we ain't stopping 'til we Hollywood rich. Fuck a Hollywood bitch. Buddha gon' lift me up. Liquor gon' lift me up. Bad bitch bumpin' my shit, better lift me up. Buddies gon' lift me up. Buddha gon' lift me up. Liquor gon' lift me up. Bad bitch bumpin' my shit, better lift me up. Buddies gon' lift me up.
Porchy, Ameriqa — Lift
«Lift» — Porchy, Ameriqa. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:50. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
