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Dave East - Come Up lyrics
My blunt rolling, my bitch 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 bitch 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 shit 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 bitches, nigga stop lying
 Eyes blood shot like a stop sign
 Im coming up like I rock climb
 Im getting money, 
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 Im getting money, 
.Dave East - Come Up - http://motolyrics.com/dave-east/come-up-lyrics.html
 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 bitches 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, fuck the game up
 Up brain suck but I love her face
 Thats disrespect much disrespect
 Who gives a fuck, lets get the check
 Them bums will drop when I get the checks
 Every other motherfucker 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 bitch in it
 We ball every day and I aint hooped in a minute
 Im getting money, 
 Im getting money, 








