We Go Up ft. Fivio Foreign Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
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Lyrics
We Go Up ft. Fivio Foreign - Nicki Minaj
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New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)
You know what's goin' on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
Touch my crown, these jealous ass niggas
It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga
Baow, grr (Ayo)
This week 'Rari ('Rari), next week Lambo (Lambo)
Bitch, I'm fly (Fly), I don't land though (Land though)
This they funeral, start the service
Say my name, make 'em nervous
Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure
Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper (Pass me the pepper)
Uh, you bitches be jacking, me like the rippеr
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell all the flippеr
Uh, I know they tea bagging, bitches is testy
Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy
Let's see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly, and that is what gets me
This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all
I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my final coup de gras
Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up"
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up
You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch from the streets, grow up
'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)
I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch (Bitch)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' in Brix, so pull up with the blicks (Blicks)
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the knicks (Ayo)
That ain't Fivio Foreign, it's Barbie new foreign, bitch
These Nike, it ain't Reebok, we back on that Ewok
Percocets got a detox, firearms gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that g spot, bitches imitate, please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop, first he gotta give me top (Brrt)
Fendi bag or that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock
Weak niggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop
He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"
I could be all the way covered and still givin' sexy
I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilsepsy
I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi, let's see
How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me? That is what gets me