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bran movay, cole pham, easway, tyreece santana - start it up lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
is it good for you? okay…

start it up

aye

[hook: bran movay]
start it up
pop a bottle, grab a cup
ain’t n0body show us love
now they like us cause we up
yeah right
on the phone
told my brother let them know
we gon spread this ’round the globe
get it popping for the folks
that’s right
start it up
goin’ crazy on that mug
say you hottest in the club
boy, i ain’t even heard your song
acting up
know they prolly tired of us
but my lights ain’t bright enough
i think it’s time to start it up fasho
[verse 1: cole pham]
pockets full of change
sellin’ lemons and some sugar water
that’s when it started, made a dollar from a f+cking quarter
talk to my sister
she could tell you what i f+cking taught her
speak from your heart
if i die it’s cause i did it for her
imma be a real one
imma make my momma proud
imma show them kids how it’s better when you think aloud
better when you rap aloud
better pen than average now
i be beating beats, better bury boy in bust down
bury boy in burberry
beauty and the beast, baby
i’m not from the streets, but i grew up in the heat, baby
grew up in the marsh lands
swingin’ like i’m tarzan
i ain’t seen a thing change lives like art can
word to the lost ones
word cause it cost one
heard what he said though
wish he coulda said more
wound up on the west side
where the very best died
do it for ‘em next time
imma start it up right
[hook: bran movay]
start it up
pop a bottle, grab a cup
ain’t n0body show us love
now they like us cause we up
yeah right
on the phone
told my brother let them know
we gon spread this ’round the globe
get it popping for the folks
that’s right
start it up
goin’ crazy on that mug
say you hottest in the club
boy, i ain’t even heard your song
acting up
know they prolly tired of us
but my lights ain’t bright enough
i think it’s time to start it up fasho

[verse 2: easway]
started at the top of the metropolis
lookin’ at the populous
and thinking dawg i gotta get it
i can’t be no normal n+gga
i won’t be no regular
i’m a super predator
i don’t leave no evidence
super far ahead of them
supercar accelerant
double cup beverage
superstar regiment
black in america
i’m d+mn near a veteran
born in the hood and i still live off jefferson
i won’t see my friend again
senseless violence yet again
once i get the benjamins
it’s all about embetterment
gettin’ money out to the people who ain’t gettin’ it
working all my life
on bro, i need my f+ckin’ benefits
sh+ll tops white
skin cinnamon
gold watch
don’t got no tick in it
shows rows ticketed
superhero with a cold flow wins again
[verse 3: tyreece santana]
you wanna play your song, boy
but we ain’t even listen
you wanna hit the bong
but your tree ain’t sticky
i play the game long
i’m mr. ea richie
i’m coming out strong
and i’m still that n+gga
rolling rapid with the gang
saucy santa with the sleigh
gift of gab is my game
and i still got a slot on that song
bcs and the boy from the bronx
in the land of the stars
everybody got drugs like a car
humble world
look like mr. steal yo girl
pay for her to press her curls
i knock the boots for the whole night long
feel the flow
to the top, we gonna go
i was once a wholesome hoe
now i’m faithful like the lord, oh lord

(ohhhh)
(ayeee)
time to start it up fasho
(yayeee)
yeah
(ohhhh)
hey, hey, hey, hey
(ohhhh)
(ayeee)
time to start it up
(yayeee)

- bran movay cole pham easway tyreece santana lyrics

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