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n7 & pwap - up it lyrics

[verse 1: n7]
these n#ggas don’t like me, they tryna belight me, your b#tch my fan, she dyin’ to skype me
i’m in your bed, with my d#ck out, eatin’ yo kids snacks, and using your wifi, these b#tches is triflin’
i never had it, but now that i have it, the gang goin’ crazy, the haters still whinin’
they tried to flex on a n#gga [?] then we got rich on these n#ggas, that sh#t perfect timin’
i don’t smoke k too, b#tch i let the k spray
choppa make him dance like a n#gga doin’ the nae nae
free my n#gga spitta, r.i.p [?]
you a whole rat, n#gga i’m a big a
back in the day, used to jump with the bros
n#ggas is squirrels, i’m bad to the bone
n#gga talkin’ sh#t, i’mma pull up with a paper roll
paint you like a picture, have you drippin’ like a raincoat
big ass booty, stick my finger in the a#hole
i can bet a quarter, you have never seen a bankroll
n#gga i be spazzin’, why i gotta aim for?
choppa, origami, make a n#gga facefold
i should be on “say cheese”, showin’ off my queso
b#tch you a fan, you gon’ do what i say so

[interlude: pwap & n7]
woo, you already know what the f#ck goin’ on
petty wap in this motherf#cker
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
i never gave a f#ck of a n#gga or a b#tch
on god, these n#ggas see a young n#gga shinin’
these b#tches see a young n#gga shinin’
on god, we the opps
free the opps, b#tch
woo!
petty wap

[verse 2: pwap]
you payin’ for p#ssy, you goin’ out sad
go get some money, don’t you want a bag?
i came out from nothin’, now these n#ggas mad
[?] in my pocket, i set you on yo’ ass
i drive in a uber, i don’t want no crash
i still got my pole up, don’t reach for my cash
i’m f#ckin’ on models in the bubble bath
i hit up [?] for the f#ckin’ cash
i hit the [?] with my brother cash
we breakin’ yo pockets like they made of glass
eat up the beat, yo’ b#tch gettin’ thrashed
yo’ b#tch eat the meat, drop kids on her ass
hold up, let me bring that sh#t back
yo’ b#tch eat the beat like a cup of noodles
i’m with the ruger like a toaster strudel
n#ggas is b#tches, let’s call em’ a poodle
don’t f#ck with b#tches [?]
i’m the king, i feel like the [?]
beam at his head like a [?]
i’m a real n#gga, i don’t need no shoota
don’t love no b#tches, i got love for my jeweler

[outro: pwap]
on god!

- n7 pwap lyrics

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