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reason - flick it up (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: reason]
ugh! cocaine flow, albert pujols
nah, b-tch, i park, no kidding
new diamonds gon’ dance like diddy
sh-t gon’ hang in the club like fiddy
how you gon’ say reason got no love?
brought about a thousand out of my city
brought n-ggas soul out the caves[?], a.i
all while i’m drunk, n-gga, faded off henny
million a month, say that’s no problem, ugh!
money gon’ stack like mileage, ugh!
new sh-t slap like violence, ugh!
n-ggas don’t really want smoke
whole life gon’ change, n-gga, price gon’ raise
n-gga roll seven like dice don’t shake
changed a couple lives on the way, n-gga
boss on the way, look, i might—i might—
take top dawg and hold the sh-t intact
ho n-gga, talk sl!ck, don’t mention that
might hit your ho to get you back
she become my b-tch, expose the rat
missed a couple steps but ain’t stumbled yet
how a n-gga keep focus so intact?
i just might slap a couple blogs
say reas’ ain’t next, who told you that?
i just might shoot my shot at doja cat
(yes, yes, sit on my face)
look, eat that sh-t like leftovers
her sh-t poke out like breath soaking[?]
rookie in the game with a vet focus
my sh-t gon’ hit like steph open
my sh-t don’t miss, my sh-t don’t miss
whole gang on this
n-gga ain’t never dropped ball, i…

[chorus: reason]
pick it up
i done worked hard, ain’t did enough (yuh)
got a new b-tch, ain’t thick enough (yuh)
new new whip, gotta fl!ck it up (on god)
fl!ck it up, fl!ck it up
n-gga flow sick, ain’t sick enough (yo)
got a new b-tch, ain’t thick enough
tell her drop down, then pick it up
pick it up, pick it up

[verse 2: junii]
ugh! oh sh-t, what a remix
a climax, good sh-t with a prefix
bite style, n-ggas need some to leech with
bite down all over the cement
never needing a real reason
to take they heart while breathing
digging deep in the h-llhole while the devil’s sleeping
now, you gotta shake up the pot
too much to hold but i really wake up the block
never could’ve made up the plot
i got soul and that sh-t blows
you wanna step? better know your role
when i get a hold and i do ’em bold, and
i been doing this for a while now
but got sk!ll that would last me a lifetime
call on god if i press on the lifeline
june

[verse 3: jah the great]
sh—sh—shot gon’ fly, it’s like a shootout
i’m a dog in the flesh with a squad full of vets
but the sh-lls get [?] like a luau
try to cop me a benz and a new house
’cause a n-gga finna blow like like tnt
bodies gon’ build like a gnc
i done gave more ls than the dmv, real sh-t
no cap, no reason to lie
feast on the weak, let ’em leak in the ride
went beast on the beat, they would sleep on the guy
now a n-gga on a feature with reason and bas
that could make a priest turn evil inside
that could make a demon believe in a god
that can make a n-gga like me turn famous
junii and jah got a piece of the prize

[interlude: reason]
pick it up, pick it up

[verse 4: bas]
really you n-ggas are soft, you gotta be kidding me
you ain’t no kin to me, we got no synergy
i know i’m sinning but hear me out
maybe this who i was meant to be
oh yeah, queens where it’s at
got the fiends on my back
and the pack came from sac and i ran through the west
i got fans from the ‘jects to the beach
bay area and back to the east
my n-ggas never lack in the street
ride up in the spot, twenty deep
i’m good on the walk-in wherever i walk in
it’s not for the talk
better use caution before you start barking
they line them in chalk
christopher walken or christopher wallace
the king of new york, whipping a foreign off-tilt
they talk sh-t, that n-gga’s a cork
i am ahead of the court
this is godbody, you are the devil endorsed
she got a head full of snort
that is a habit i cannot support
i will not miss her, i had to abort
handle my business, i had to ensure
that the work that i put in is strongly enforced, n-gga
so i…

[chorus: reason, reason & bas]
pick it up, pick it up
i done worked hard, ain’t did enough
got a new b-tch, ain’t thick enough
new new whip, gotta fl!ck it up
fl!ck it up, fl!ck it up
n-gga flow sick, ain’t sick enough
got a new b-tch, ain’t thick enough
tell her drop down, then pick it up
pick it up, pick it up

- reason lyrics

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