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the game – come up lyrics

come up
(feat. drake & lifestyle)

[hook: drake]
you tryna come up, i am the come up
i be standin’ right here when the sun up
you be gettin’ done up if you n*gg*s try and run up
you livin’ good, go ‘head and throw a one up
you tryna come up, i am the come up
i be standin’ right here when the sun up
you be gettin’ done up if you n*gg*s try and run up
you livin’ good, go ‘head and throw ya one up

scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
how ya like me now?
i’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
how ya like me now?
it go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
how ya like me now?
i’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
how ya like me now?

[verse 1: game]
my n*gg* funeral fab told be back in ’03
rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, b*tches, foreign cars and trees
cristal by the cases, bad b*tches by the flocks
and i know i promised my n*gg*s i’d never leave the block
but, sh*t changes
i done been through six ranges
hand on the eagle, yeah i got them mike vick fingas
throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
hit your whole faculty, like, ain’t n*body jackin’ me
before you do, you be layin’ in a box
while jay kiss that *ss goodbye, (mwuah), lox
first shot, leave the n*gg*s in shock
that second shot, that’s when that body drop (ya heard me?)
and n*gg*s still askin’ ’bout detox
i’ll tell you if you tell me who killed pac
aight then, i’m at this pacquiao fight then, with tyson
the way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife, floyd might win

[hook]

[verse 2: lifestyle]
testarossa, keep an extra toaster
it’s hub city’s finest, they respect the most
my n*gg* game do that, my n*gg* tiger do that
heard about the new cat, i whipped the range through that
i’m in toronto, demar got a condo
sittin’ courtside with drake, hector and rondo
b*tches know my name, it’s lifestyle, she f*ck with that
d*ck too big, like my lifestyle, you f*ck with that?
poppin’ champagne, we do the d*mn thing
standin’ on the couches, money gang, that’s the campaign
b? in my pocket, obama on my wrist
at the ronald reagan airport, yeah, i’m on my sh*t
louis vuitton luggage, peanut b*tter with the red wheels
started when the red alb*m dropped, yeah, i’m gettin’ head still
in the club, lookin’ past you n*gg*s
these b*tches gas them n*gg*s, drizzy, ask them n*gg*s

[hook]


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