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kz- hinton - so up lyrics

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[produced by ryan garber]

[verse 1]
i’m posted up in the burg with a lot of hoes
mixed drinks, we hit them parties, roll deep in tahoes
big things, we carry pistols, them bullets hollow
i’m a ladies’ man, i ain’t sorry if your ho follows
ladies looking good with apple-bottoms, no iphones
bottle after bottle, i’m so gone, i can’t drive home
dancing at the party, then hit a l1ck, like i’m tyrone
looking to good to say i came from the bottom
man, i’m too hungry, i’m smoked out, i eat these beats up
she say that she got me, i told that b-tch i don’t need her
yeah i’m on the ride, so i got them racks like serena
yeah, she looking foreign, she drop her top like a beamer
told me that she love me, but lord knows i don’t believe that
man i got a whip, she tryna find where the keys at
get respect wherever i go, ’cause n-gga, i bleed facts
ray charles when i move these keys, so you can’t see that
n-ggas hit me up, they always be like, where the hoes be?
smiling in my face, but i can tell these n-ggas phony
told her lean back, so i can hit it like i’m kobe
timeout, ’cause i think that she addicted to my rolly

[pre-hook]
she gone, she tryna pour me up a four
i’m kinda nervous when i hit, i’ve seen her drop it to the floor
ain’t i don’t need no recognition, we done been through this before
man everybody out to get me, guess that’s why my heart is cold
r-r-roll up, who got them drinks so we can pour up
couple shorties screaming my name, i’m so up
hit another party, it’s lame, boy get your dough up
sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, man i be so up

[hook]
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up, sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, boy get your dough up (dough up, dough up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up, sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, boy get your dough up

[verse 2]
one bullet, keep it in the chamber, ‘case he act out
big burners, man we rolling up, like the [?]
n-gga said, we don’t tote them pistols, bring them macs out
yellow tape, if we catch him sleeping at the trap house
young n-gga, it ain’t hard to tell i keep it on me
big game, and i know these n-ggas tryna clone me
range gang, we gone catch a body like we [?]
main thing, you won’t ever catch me by my lonely
i’ve been grinding all my life, b-tches got me thinking twice
i ain’t really with the [?], and if i see you, it’s on sight
make you feel some time of way, these n-ggas move a different pace
man i think i got it made, these n-ggas know i’m getting paid

[pre-hook]
she gone, she tryna pour me up a four
i’m kinda nervous when i hit, i’ve seen her drop it to the floor
ain’t i don’t need no recognition, we done been through this before
man everybody out to get me, guess that’s why my heart is cold
r-r-roll up, who got them drinks so we can pour up
couple shorties screaming my name, i’m so up
hit another party, it’s lame, boy get your dough up
sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, man i be so up

[hook]
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up, sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, boy get your dough up (dough up, dough up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up, sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, boy get your dough up
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up, sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, boy get your dough up (dough up, dough up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up (so up, so up)
man i be so up, sh-t ain’t really lit till we came, boy get your dough up



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