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peewee longway – up up lyrics

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[intro]
longway, longway
this sh-t like a light switch, n-gg-, go on and off n-gg-
i’m the field, i’m always on, p-ssy
every n-gg- round, we goin’ up, up, up, up, up n-gg-
you gon’ stay down

[chorus]
[?] they sn-tch my chain, boy, you got me f-cked up
yes, i don’t flip some, my price is going up, up
yes, we might just strip you like a b-tch inside the booty club
yes, you might get budget like a script [?] adderall
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
we goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, up
smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
we going’ up, up, up, up, up, up, up

[verse 1]
diamonds on my neck, ain’t made for tuckin’, b-tch, it bling bling
thotties in the club, all my homies bought the same thing
please don’t make me gang bang, now they playing blame gang
every time we slide though, [?] baow, baow, baow, baow
everybody duckin’ the crowd, wow
gang lookin’ like wow
i’m living too reckless and wild
the blue [?] of the south
little biddy boy, pipe down
i can get it up right now (bad)
smoke in the air right now (who want smoke?)
got a cancer stick on me right
i f-ck the b-tch up right here
might just pull up with my dealer
[?] on her finger
[?] in my ear
got a lean plug, text, arrangin’
and i prolly had the oil spills
thirty rounds and i’ma bang it
every video gon’ be a drill

[chorus]
[?] they sn-tch my chain, boy, you got me f-cked up
yes, i don’t flip some, my price is going up, up
yes, we might just strip you like a b-tch inside the booty club
yes, you might get budget like a script [?] adderall
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
we goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, up
smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
we goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, up

[verse 2]
smoke in the air, get stuck there
got bands and bullets on [?]
this ain’t a jet, this the [?]
[?] john doe
triple cross you with the run do
make ’em patch up your body with bundle
get bags and trap out the condo
[?] with the b-lls on ’em
[?]
like i’m left eye
left hand cookin’ a stir fry (hit it)
red eye, hit ’em from birds eye
sniper hit you from the nosebleed
gucci go [?] on a murder scene
[?] wit’ the blue cheese
[?]
my homie wit’ ten do ten bowls of weed (trappin’)
i set the trend, it up by the week
[?] master felipe
when i’m geekin’ like screech
thousand og’s and they gone in a week
4, 48, that’s a thousand a piece
call out the play like a referee
he go up ‘fore i let a n-gg- take from me

[chorus]
[?] they sn-tch my chain, boy, you got me f-cked up
yes, i don’t flip some, my price is going up, up
yes, we might just strip you like a b-tch inside the booty club
yes, you might get budget like a script [?] adderall
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
we goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, up
smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
we goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, up



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