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tj porter & skilla baby - going up lyrics

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[intro: sk!lla baby]
walk with me, lord
walk with me
ah+la+la
jesus, jesus, darling
(ayo, eli, what the f+ck?)
ha

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
i’m outside in new york, i’m with my n+gga, tj (no cap)
when we drop this sh+t, my boys send this to the dj (ha)
i’m with a little spanish jawn, she got my sh+t on replay
i don’t slide in scats no more, i’m slidin’ through an elade
they know i really be outside, i never trip when i’m with gang
n+ggas think i calmed down, i’m still spinnin’ with my flame
k!llers with me, b+tches on me, sh+t get lit when i’m on stage (ha)
please don’t think i’m just a rapper, still’ll bl!ck you with my chain (bop)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i don’t know where the feds at, but i’m still gon’ chance that
just to bring that bread back, all my opps gеt head+tapped (bop)
he said hе wanted smoke with me, now he a fire strand, pack
say they want me dead, cap, that sh+t got his mans fapped (ha)

[verse 2: tj porter & sk!lla baby]
that sh+t got his mans popped (bop)
if it’s smoke, gon’ dead that (gon’ dead that)
we gon’ catch them bodies, f+ck that talkin’, i’m just sayin’ facts
i’m the one who’s sendin’ out them hits, can’t get my mans back
told my k!llers, i’m pointin’ out that sh+t, on god, they sprayin’ at it, they sprayin’ at it (brrt)
diamonds on me, glowin’ up (glowin’ up)
that b+tch can’t come home with us (home with us)
’cause she ain’t gon’ act ho enough (ho enough)
she f+ck me good, we goin’ up (goin’ up)
i put on that sh+t when i’m outside, got b+tches goin’ nuts (goin’ nuts)
they be on my d+ck whenever i slide with gang, we throw it up (haha)
lamb’ truck, rolls truck, back to back, we foreigned up (foreigned up)
i been leanin’ off the drink, sippin’ on the drink, tell you, “yeah, pour it up”
i done really hit up every b+tch up in the city, i only want foreigners (foreigners)
twenty b+tches, four of us (ha)
i know that they know it’s up
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
i’m outside in new york, i’m with my n+gga, tj (no cap)
when we drop this sh+t, my boys send this to the dj (ha)
i’m with a little spanish jawn, she got my sh+t on replay
i don’t slide in scats no more, i’m slidin’ through an elade
they know i really be outside, i never trip when i’m with gang
n+ggas think i calmed down, i’m still spinnin’ with my flame
k!llers with me, b+tches on me, sh+t get lit when i’m on stage (ha)
please don’t think i’m just a rapper, still’ll bl!ck you with my chain (bop)



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