marcus manchild – str8 up lyrics
yeah i got it from the bottom n-gg- straight up
broke boy i get you way up
f-ck the b-tch til it lay up
in la balling on her like a laker
got some n-gg-s that will sue you like a weather
i ain’t doin’ no favor
f-ck the wh-r- you better pay up
f-ck that hater, f-ck that hater, f-ck that hater
hold on, young ball that’s a burden
where i live it’s a burden, young boy still working
soaring like the secret service
so, fake n-gg- make me nervous
ooh broke n-gg- still hurt
i’m like yes you are and i know why
cuz your b-tch always want this type of guy
me and my n-gg-s put d-ck in your wife
i swear to god we f-ck her alive
got me some money and move after katy
stay on green house that’s right before fry
every time that we all up in the club
it’s the light sure and they ain’t turn no life
turbo life, turbo life, kicking that flavor but no simmarise
my n-gg- ain’t as a weather, we don’t wanna ride
we kick it ? we try all the way out
say we live here like sheathe, bugggin that b-tch as a ?
don’t bang and ? i got all the way up
told you we live here like str & up
i got the bottles here, i got the models here
they do like str & up
i got the bottle here, i got the model her
smoking and spread against
zipping more activis
my b-tch is killing b-tches like terrorist ?
all of these women woarmin of my?
i feel like you helf ?
slaim any b-tches for rich and for ?
b-tch i’m bout the rolles, ? with the scope
my n-gg- just lose the h-r-s
zip it and catch it then selling dopes
str8 they use to be me will get down on the key
now a n-gg- wear bad ? from the sea
i’m the greatest of salley
my n-gg- playing with a weather
we don’t wanna lie, we don’t wanna ?
said they living til the str8 up
don’t pay no money and they on to way up
told they living til they str8 up
i’ll do like str8 up
i got the bottles here, bottles here
i got the models here
say what you doing like str8 up
i got the bottles here, bottles here
i got the models here
i keep the models here like water
souse in that cash and get it all
ain’t keep it back, got the bad feel
and the n-gg-s not sleeping on the ag
get the sh-t bad like the ? name john
that’s in the way to the microphone
i call homie and you leave me alone
str8 up, f-ck, p-ssy n-gg- turn it way down and get you hit up
haters streets we ball n-gg- ?
on my risk n-gg- rolling with the ?
laying off the act, f-ck it as the ?
my n-gg- don’t p-ss to me
bad b-tch give me free ?
i got the red bottom and just say ?
in the motherf-cking club, str8 up
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