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50 cent - up! (remix) lyrics

[50 cent]
bay area!
from the front to the back, from the left to the right side, we worldwide
from the east to the west side, get it girl, that’s right, let’s ride
she ain’t gotta tell me she want it, she know i know that she with it
she moan and groan when i get it, she tell me l!ck it, i did it
she’s a s-xy thing
enough to make a n-gga go crazy man, do crazy things
we get to talkin’ and touchin’, we get to l!ckin’ and stickin’
now, now you know what we doing, when you’re around and we missin’
we go through perfect positions, we get it poppin’, now listen
too much pleasure to measure, she got the power to beat it
make her wanna give it to me in that major way
jack pot, jump shot, how a n-gga fade away
i mean way away, i be on that elite sh-t
that hbk, heartbreak kid freak sh-t

[chorus]
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up

[young jeezy]
i’ma ’bout to call your b-tch, cause she’s scandalous
i’m a pro with the wood, these n-ggas amateurs
make her bust a few times when i come through
you can smoke a blunt and kick it like kung fu
goin’ crazy on this p-ssy, on your nut too
you done got 3 or 4, i’m tryna nut too
she talk that sh-t she got a awful mouth
n-gga hit her one time at the waffle house
right up in the ihop
but it definitely wasn’t my spot
look at all these b-tches, where the bad ones at?
you know i hate a mad ho, where the glad ones at?
i’m tryna d-ck some women when the club close
look at jizzle, got the phantom full of club hoes
yeah, jizzle in his baseball cap
’bout to beat the p-ssy up, n-gga baseball bat

[chorus]
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up

[t.i.]
beat that p-ssy up, jab, jab, right hook
send her home to her man, let ’em watch the notebook
shorty wanna hang, i’m a coat hook
split that thing down the middle of the roll up
shown up, gucci down to the shoe lace
hundred carats in the chain, no fugaise
hoes still sweat a n-gga on a cool day
them other sucker n-ggas fake as april fool’s day
and a rich n-gga gotta pay, that(s) what you say
i got b-tches from the bay to the uk
thick with it, p-ssy sweet like kool-aid
run abroad, then i let her bust two straight
no suitcase on the pj runway
me plus two, thats a g4 three way
i give her man a hard time
he gotta soft six and i gotta hard nine

[chorus]
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
i beat the p-ssy up, up, up, up, up, up, up

- 50 cent lyrics

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