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devon hendryx & enso sinatra - up & down lyrics

[verse 1: devon hendryx]
yeah, yeah, yeah
take 106
suck my d+ck
unh
we gon’ edit that out
yeah, yeah i said, all my b+tches love me
so much they yellin’ f+ck me
whalen, cousins, skeeter you ain’t messin’ with me, dougie
unh
generation y
earnin’ my respect while i check em i’m gettin’ faded just waitin’ on this f+ckin’
kobe to get me swervin’ i haven’t been to the doctor since
pamela was a virgin
but i always take my socks
said i always take my socks
n+ggas steppin’ on my toes
givin’ me red socks
but i f+ckin’ hatе the red socks
go yankees master markеter bronx n+ggas should thank me suburbia should thank me
for not chuckin’ this pinball ball i’m through your window i’m thirty+four on langstreet
send me to your therapist i’ll show up with your fist off
be on the apple boy i’m finna cut my wrist off
my baby never text me or email me
so now i’m ticked off i hope she gets a hold of this
cause b+tch, i’m f+ckin’ over it
gettin’ sad when i see these n+ggas i’m older than
remind me of how i wasted my childhood
my talentless teens i give it all up in a second
just to be reborn as one of will smith’s children
starin’ at these suburbs from my run+down building
no tax refunds
watchin’ these dogs free runs i got dreams
when them dreams turn to gold it’s m+o+b+f+u+c+k, you assh0l+s
[chorus]
n+ggas be claimin’ they can’t go
don’t know how
they lookin’ up at my fame
but i don’t look down
i’m chillin’ with my n+gga, enso
got your baby mama naked all up in my bed
goin’ up and down
you’s a b+tch, you’s a hoe (yeahh)
you that dude ain’t countin’ dough
you ain’t got no f+ckin’ money (yeahh)
to put on that f+ckin’ throne
and we ain’t got no room to ride (ok)
so what’s the business? (i got it)
so, enzo, tell them how it is (enso, ha)

[verse 2: enso sinatra]
you exuberate fame i invite you, step aside it ain’t enough
luna, b+tch, i’m all in the ride
first come, first served basis i got that plastic surgery piece i’m servin’ lasers, yeah i’m wonderin’, how is it that i’m better? i’m like lysol, pinesol
how could i get more pressure?
eatin’ delicatessen
with a b+tch that’s named vanessa
tryna make my pipe burst, curse down by pressure kansas city mister
kansas city mister
f+cked that n+gga’s daughter
almost won it by batista
now i kiss a ginger
from home that turns her name lippa
now it’s amy burr
the way i make that buzzer flippa
and this ain’t guzzler
he ain’t jay zippa
the way this kick is turnin’ you will swear i jacked a ripper what? you will swear i jacked a ripper
meet the devon from the same club
come with different scissors z+z+z+j+j+j+j
what you finna do with that?
tell a band with a bump
my sh+t is poppin’ in the rack
f+ck a+rab money
y’all can guess that’s that i rack
maybe that would go harder if i was really makin’ that
still i go
[chorus]
n+ggas be claimin’ they can’t go
but we don’t know how
they lookin’ up at my fame
but i don’t look down i’m chillin’ with my n+gga enso
so who got your baby mama
naked all up in my crib
goin’ up and down
you’s a b+tch, you’s a hoe
you that dude ain’t countin’
no, you ain’t got the f+ckin’ money
to put on that f+ckin’ floor
and we ain’t got no room to ride
say we ain’t got no room to ride n+ggas!

[instrumental]

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