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perrin maurice - #thecomeup lyrics

[perrin maurice]

ya’ll ready?…..lets get it

[verse 1: perrin maurice]

your now rockin’ with the illest n-gga doin it
the come up motherf-cka, g&g, go & get
sittin’ on a frozen toilet seat, i got the coldest sh-t
i swear i hope they know when i blow that i don’t owe’em sh-t
but thanks to hater
i said f-ck goin’ to college, still bank is major
what you major in?
i’m chillin’ with a lady friend
she just wanna f-ck and smoke and listen to some drake and then…
do it all again, you know i’m in it for the win, like..
kobe at the buzzer, man lebron at the rim
debate about who better, i’mma come with the stats n-gga
it look like a bible, it’s my book full of raps n-gga
and all y’all sound like that n-gga
and me, i’m oringin-ial, bout to take over the city now
get into some sh-t and find out who really down
without the red nose, i can see that they really clowns
i been on some sh-t lately
i come up with some sh-t so crazy
that if you found my rap book, you the next to make it
standin’ next to my new chick and my side piece
drunk as f-ck, spittin, tryna get’em to try 3
kush make them b-tches look chinese
and molly got’em twerkin (twerk)(twerk)
more than they workin..
this sh-t is crazy, man i’m grindin like them boys in the 80s
grown -ss man but need a whip like baby’s
for my birthday, i need a chick like jay-z’s
this sh-t a hundred degrees with no ac
this sh-t gon’ have’em tellin’ radios, play me
dis this, you i’m comin’ back, say my name please (say dat’ sh-t)
yeaa, but you don’t wanna do that
they tell me i’m the best in nap, i respond i knew that..
humble tho’
shorty take my number tho’
winter time love, she’ll be gone by the summer tho’…
and by the time spring
i’ma need another fl-ng-, some ol’ thing..
another chick from a party scene, that got the hearts for me..
cus’ she realize
i’m one of the real guys
goin’ for it all, qb, down field eyes
all about the benji’s, tryna’ stack it shaquille size
f-ck yo’ grind man if you can’t feel mine (the come up)

no hook

[verse 2: perrin maurice]

‘soon as the tape drop
that’s when my name pop…
and hate and jealousy from local n-ggas that ain’t pop
me i’m like a stove, now tell me i ain’t hot
miley, miley cyrus, yea n-gga we can’t stop
b-tch look like a angel, p-ssy wetter than rain drops
she gon’ get this work and i don’t got a break watch
beatin’ up everything, f-ck i should cage box
come thru, heatin up sh-t like ray shots
a fool on the court
transformed, still the boy
went from a scholarship
now a n-gga rockin sh-t
first car broke down, never got it fixed
impala 96..
i’m lying, it was sh-t..
but still had a drive
like a porsche on i…
75, man they g-ssin’em up, tellin’em lies..
and this sh-t real
this that, f-ck how you feel
for real, you n-ggas not on my level, somebody tell’em (ahhhhhh)
hit me for a feature
man it use to be reefer
i’m out here tryna’ make a play but these plays ain’t keefer’s
tryna’ get it out the mud, gotta clean my sneakers
gotta check my swag
hope they don’t check my bag
look i’m headed to the money, gps where i’m at
yea the east side of nap
ain’t no beach where i’m at
man these roads ain’t gold, i swear the streets full of cracks
moms seen her son lyin’ in the street and collapsed
d-mn, sad story
american black story…
in the hood, man sh-t ain’t all good
so much to explain but not all’s understood
snakes in the gr-ss, tryna’ make it out them woods (yea)

no hook

[verse 3: perrin maurice]

look, i don’t smoke much but its kush when its me time
life kim k, everything gon’ be fine
just press play, and it ain’t no rewinds
shorty can you pop it like them brawds i revine
i’m in it for the cake, decorate it in ” p ” signs
and boys talk guns, just be pointin’ the peace sign
and scub -ss n-ggas always want’em a t-boz
sleepin on the kid, gasoline to ya king size
i told’em this the come up, and now they can see why
m.o.n.e.y
that’s it til he die
moms need a crib out in cali, beach side
flash forward man, a long way from the east side
and n-ggas actin like he won’t come back
i’ll put the city on the map
shid he gon’ come back..
you n-ggas selfish
no grind, and hate on somebody elses’
how he got them white girls screamin’ like elvis
dropped out of school, now he rap and sell piff
thought about a job but make more if he sell zips
f-ck going to jail, ill f-ck around and get cell sick
luck was runnin’ thin
i started hustlin’ with the pen
had to put the scale up
before they put my bail up
and i ain’t tryna’ stunt man, i ain’t sell much
just a couple zips here and couple zips there n-gga

[perrin maurice]

– while laughin –

yeaaaaa, run it back….

- perrin maurice lyrics

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