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game – come up lyrics

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[chorus 1 x2: drake]
you tryin to come up, i am the come up
i be standin right here when the sun up
you gettin done up if you n-gg-z try and run up
you livin good, go on ‘head, throw your one up
[chorus 2: drake]
and scream out bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now?
i’m like bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now?
it go bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now?
i’m like bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now?
[the game:]
my n-gg- funeral fad told me back in oh-three
rap ain’t nuttin 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-z 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 fingers
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 ja (da) “kiss that -ss goodbye” {muah} l.o.x.
first shot leave them n-gg-z in shock
that second shot, that’s when that body drop (you heard me?)
and n-gg-z 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
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
[lifestyle:]
yeah, uhh
testarossas, keep an extra toaster
it’s hub city finest, they respect the mostest
my n-gg- game do that, my n-gg- tyga do that
heard about the new cat, i whipped the range through that
i’m in toronto, demar got a condo
sittin courtsides 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 couch, it’s money game, that’s the campaign
big 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, i’m gettin head still
in the club, lookin past you n-gg-z
these b-tches gas them n-gg-z, drizzy ask them n-gg-z
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]