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kendrick lamar - we up lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’m around the bullsh-t like a matador
i’m used to the bullsh-t, it don’t matter, boy
corporate acquisitions, acc-mulations of wealth
build with the gods and double knowledge of self
entrepreneur visions, moulin rouge religion
that p-ssy make a weak n-gg- break down
so what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
you want the chicks but you want the cheese
a b-tch gotta eat
i’m havin’ the epiphany you n-gg-s ain’t sh-t to me
worse than the sc-m in the slum i’m from
i’m a southside n-gg-, yeah i’m ‘bout mine
you be that next n-gg- coroners come and outline
you ain’t made of what i’m made of
you a b-m n-gg- with a b-m b-tch
your shoes come from vegas
counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
what kind of rich n-gg- b-tch look like that?

[hook]
you all know when we pullin’ off the lot
brake, hit the b-tton, then we pullin’ down the top
shine’s on stuntin’ and i’m pullin’ out a knot
strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot
but front, i’ll make it pop
y’all don’t do it how we do
n-gg-s ain’t on the sh-t we on
everything new
spikes on the louis vuittons
we up, n-gg-

[verse 2]
eat p-ssy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
deep-colored vs stones around my neck, b-tch
coupe a four-door, jeep a convoy
bulletproof front flash, shinin’, armor all
it feels like a n-gg- dreamin’
seat back, music b-mpin’, n-gg-s leanin’
bulls eye, that’s what we came for
the bread, now a n-gg- run the game, boy
i should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
aloof livin’, i came up so hard
no pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
i’m in it for the grip, motherf-ck the fame

[hook]
you all know when we pullin’ off the lot
brake, hit the b-tton, then we pullin’ down the top
shine’s on stuntin’ and i’m pullin’ out a knot
strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot
but front, i’ll make it pop
y’all don’t do it how we do
n-gg-s ain’t on the sh-t we on
everything new
spikes on the louis vuittons
we up, n-gg-

[verse 3]
‘round the world tourin’, the city got borin’
bury mike with cash, no life insurance
coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
need a ranch, got too many horses



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