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yella beezy – up 1 lyrics

[chorus]
i got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
big beans, big glocks, big bales, big blocks
all gold rollie, no tick tock
f-ck your ho, in my flip flops
kickin’ this sh-t, no gym socks
ask about me n-gga, i been hot
it ain’t ’bout money? n-gga kick rocks
that’s all facts, no xerox
bust a couple shots, make it clear out
you p-ssy -ss n-gga, i don’t hear about
i’m up one, up one, up one, up one
i’m up one, up one, i’m up one, i’m up one

[verse 1]
i’m up one, don’t make me bust one
this big chopper, he’ll touch somethin’
order now n-gga, i’ma buck somethin’
n-gga think i ain’t shootin’, i’ll sunk somethin’
hop out the whip, hoes come runnin’
man that silly -ss b-tch, i ain’t gon’ f-ck nothin’
ho stop playin’ games, come suck somethin’
hey, bend it over, put it on your b-tt honey
hey, watch presidential, get top in a rental
hopped in a sprinter, fly individual
big guap, thick knots, check my credentials
kick back, keep it player, ride with the n-gga
cup full of mud runnin’ up in my liver
pray to god they don’t put me in the hospital
can’t touch me boy, i’m too hot n-gga
all these little bitty b-tches gon’ bop n-gga
had to hide these rocks on my jock n-gga
if he playin’ i’ma shoot him off top n-gga
boy i spent thirty k on my watch n-gga
put d-ck all in your ho crotch n-gga
poppin’ sh-t, poppin’ sh-t, yeah i pop n-ggas
got a l!ck, got a l!ck, on a house n-gga
h-ll nah i ain’t stuntin’ you stank hoes
street, yeah rip bankroll

[chorus]
i got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
big beans, big glocks, big bales, big blocks
all gold rollie, no tick tock
f-ck your ho in my flip flops
kickin’ this sh-t, no gym socks
ask about me n-gga, i been hot
it ain’t ’bout money? n-gga kick rocks
that’s all facts, no xerox
bust a couple shots, make it clear out
you p-ssy -ss n-gga, i don’t hear about
i’m up one, up one, up one, up one
i’m up one, up one, i’m up one, i’m up one

[verse 2]
pay big bank, take lil bank
she booted on the molly, i’m on a lil drank
come fly by me, i want a lil face
think about it, i don’t want relations with the lil sk-nk
not tay-k but i’m on the race
big desert eagle, keep it on my waist
motherf-ck a hater, yeah they gonna hate
fall back lil b-tch, nah i don’t go on dates
yeah i stay sippin’ on the sizzurp
got a lot of ice like a blizzard
what’s crackin’ n-gga? what’s the wizzard?
in the trap doin’ magic like a wizzard
sip me a four, n-gga slizzard
smart ho givin’ brain like a nizzerd
i ain’t gettin’ money, what you say, come again sir?
sucked off in the loft, gettin’ top’s where i been sir
gettin’ drunk, gettin’ full of this henn sir
in my pants, yeah i keep about ten sir
i’m a loner, no i don’t need friends sir
got about ten bad b-tches in the benz sir
don’t ask me ’bout that ho house, i ain’t went there
broke, been a long time since i been there
boy you n-ggas stressin’ out, you got thin hair
my son ain’t born yet but he got about ten pair guccis

- yella beezy lyrics

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