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swan franklin - fill it up lyrics

“whatever you need we got it
we got it”

[hook]
pocket full of blue faces, look like he holding his breath (holding his breath)
these ni+++s steady hating, keep it 100 yourself (100 yourself)
yeah, i got that bag fill it up (got that bag fill it up, we got it)
she bout to drown in the flavor, i cannot help her (i cannot help her)

[verse 1]
smoking this gas it ain’t nothing but pressure (yea, yeah)
fly as aladdin now whip da blue magic
i took that package to athens, (drank)
im sipping lean when i whip, (whip)
slow dat s++t up when i sip, (sip)
you know dat boy drank like a pimp. (drank)

[bridge]
you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty
you know da cup dirty (fill it up)

losing friends everyday, we ain’t getting money the same (insane)
you hating just stay in yo’ lane, im dripping sauce out my veins
we use to walk in da rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
now we pull up on you, gang gang (gang)
skeet on the b+++h like i can’t aim (yeah, yeah)
promethazine one h+ll of a drug
told that b+++h f++k who you thought i was
you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty
b+++h im swan frank

you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty

you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty
you know dat cup dirty, (fill it up)

losing friends everyday, (day)
we ain’t getting money the same (insane)
you hating just stay in yo’ lane, (lame)
can’t hurt i dont feel pain. (i dont feel pain)

[hook]
pockets full of blue faces, look like he holding his breath (holding his breath
these ni+++s steady hating, keep it 100 yourself (100 yourself)
yeah, i got that bag fill it up (that bag fill it up, we got it)
she bout to drown in the flavor, i cannot help her) (i cannot help her)
[verse 2]
we use to trap out the loft (we got it)
we got whatever lil n+gga (we got whatever)
pull up they run to the car (yeah)
trying to win a gold medal lil n+gga? (a medal)
you flexing out here for these hoes dawg it ain’t no pressure (it ain’t no pressure)
sit cho ass down you look like a clown , she ain’t that special (she do that extra)
im out here stacking my bread up,(bread up)
stop all that acting ain’t no more directors, (directors)
cut to the part where them p+++y a++ n++++s stop hating
and we all getting money together (count up a check)
how you a boss and ain’t signing no checks?
you must be lost and need yo gps
the bulls++t go that way (that way) (yea, yea)
get the f++k out my face

fill up the bag, (ooh)
they tried to remix the swag, (yeah)
south beach tow, (ooh)
bernice flow (give it back, yeah)
had to take the sauce back, (ooh)
repoed and one (ehh)
can’t walk a mile in my shoes, (can’t walk a mile in my, ooh)
back when i have nothing, (ooh, we got it)

smoking this gas it ain’t nothing but pressure, (yeah yeah)
we got whatever lil n++++
we got whatever you need
we got whatever lil n++++
we got whatever lil n++++

- swan franklin lyrics

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