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meek mill feat. tracy t - way up lyrics

ya, ya
ya, ya
turn them headphones up cruz

way up
sh-t like i’m jackie chan
summer is lit and we back again

i’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
can’t believe they tried to play us
run a check and tell’ em pay up
its all business ain’t no favors
i’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
summer comin’ better save up
going up like elevators
i’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

that indirect sh-t never get by us
n-gg-s like b-tches be d-ck ridin’
funny how n-gg- like rich pryor
see ’em and i smack the sh-t out ’em
throwin’ ten k like its ten dollars
i grab that b-tch make a ten out her
i pop perc f-ck the sh-t out her
f-ck her so good thought i care bout her
she know i been ’bout it i’m on my way up
my chick a barbie no weave and no makeup
hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
my city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
theolonius capers when i’m in that wraith
i’m feelin’ like meechie or three atl
purp got leanin’ like i on a rail
mixing that birk with that new ysl
sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
bust down the role gave me confidence
i let the fiend watch the coupe tell ’em polish it
she on my d-ck i can’t you no promises
bahgdad on that p-ssy bombin’ sh-t
bad bad with that chopper osama sh-t
rockin’ givenchy sh-t
trap at the clear port n-gg- we flyin’ sh-t

way up, way up, way up
skinny n-gg- walkin’ like done got his weight up
hold up b-tch i’m movin’ fast they holler “wait up”
fixin’ b-tches just so i can f-ck and break her
i been doin’ this since jacob came with jacobs
if you know me then you owe me f-ck you pay up
bombin’ in atlana aka al-queda
crossin’ up i’m kyrie irving with the lay up
pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
havin’ lunch on top of [?] feelin’ way up
paper on rodeo aye hoe i got flavor
meet me [?]
i pull up with work like i’m [?]
put tens on that b-tch for the haters
that work it came in from lil’ [?]
got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
them n-gg-s ain’t poppin’ sh-t got a shot on me like peja stojaković
[?] f-ck it lil’ n-gg- it got me rich
ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
n-gg- doin’ dirty business got d-mn lord save ’em
dirty money on the lord got me way up, way up, way up

- meek mill feat tracy t lyrics

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