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Come Up


Dave East Lyrics

 

Come Up Lyrics

Come Up by Dave East


My blunt rolling, my b**ch bad
Come take a ride, no six flags
Hit the club and they strip fast,
Cause I spend cash, nigga kiss ass
That Rose just keep pouring,
No delta flight but we soaring
No question asked in the morning
I can hit your b**ch while Im yawning
My true religions cut booth feel it
Black coop kid it, my group did it
Hit the gas and that coop missing
Dropping sh*t like 2 pigeons
West side Im with 2 women
My deuce is winning, I tried to like a quiet storm
Ima ride till the tires gone
Dot com, online Im on
You logging off and not understand
Even jealousy is in the humble man
Got a hundred plans to get a hundred grands
Im nino, you the dutter man
My diesel sour, I need the power
Lets beat devour, these streets is ours
Clean but I smell like I need a shower
Its in the air, Im breathing
My heart beat in that 2Pac
Mind thinking that Biggy
Get my old block with a new glock
And a new drop, knocking 50
Ima get rich or Ima die trying
You getting b**ches, nigga stop lying
Eyes blood shot like a stop sign
Im coming up like I rock climb

Im getting money, .
Im getting money, .

Versace star for my black vest
Noody jeans on my white ones
2 cuffs like the cops got me
Im switching states when my flight come
I transform when the night come
Straight lean when its bright done
A lot of b**ches I dont wife one
With no jewels but when the ice come
Watch Im changed up, the game rough
A lot of niggas I cant trust
Remember Smokie running down the street
My niggas moving the same dust
Get arranged truck, show I came up
Aint famous yet, I just want the cake
Get my name up, f**k the game up
Up brain suck but I love her face
Thats disrespect much disrespect
Who gives a f**k, lets get the check
Them bums will drop when I get the checks
Every other motherf**ker a different X
Tattoos on it so they kiss my neck
See the power and the money when you get respect
Bronx tales watching sunny when he hit the deck
lifting weight, make you sit correct
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we full speed blowing all green like its earth day
Niggas all grind but we carry more line than the 3rd grade
Let it off then go shoot till you finish
Dreaming of a ghost no roof in this tenant
Life is a I got a white b**ch in it
We ball every day and I aint hooped in a minute

Im getting money,
Im getting money,



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