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Kendra Smith - We Up lyrics
[Verse 1]
 I?m around the bullshit like a matador
 I?m used to the bullshit, it don?t matter, boy
 Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
 Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
 Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
 That pussy make a weak nigga break down
 So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
 You want the chicks but you want the cheese
 A bitch gotta eat
 I?m havin? the epiphany you niggas ain?t shit to me
 Worse than the scum in the slum I?m from
 I?m a southside nigga, yeah I?m ?bout mine
 You be that next nigga coroners come and outline
 You ain?t made of what I?m made of
 You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
 Your shoes come from Vegas
 Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
 What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
 [Hook]
 You all know when we pullin? off the lot
 Brake, hit the button, then we pullin? down the top
 Shine?s on stuntin? and I?m pullin? out a knot
 Strapped with the glock, won?t pull it out a lot
 But front, I?ll make it pop
 Y?all don?t do it how we do
 Niggas ain?t on the shit we on
 Everything new
 Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
 We up, nigga
 Kendra Smith - We Up - http://motolyrics.com/kendra-smith/we-up-lyrics.html
 [Verse 2]
 Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
 Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
 Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
 Bulletproof front flash, shinin?, Armor All
 It feels like a nigga dreamin?
 Seat back, music bumpin?, niggas leanin?
 Bulls eye, that?s what we came for
 The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
 I should?ve sent the broad to report what?s in the yard
 Aloof livin?, I came up so hard
 No pain, no gain, it?s embedded in the brain
 I?m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
 [Hook]
 You all know when we pullin? off the lot
 Brake, hit the button, then we pullin? down the top
 Shine?s on stuntin? and I?m pullin? out a knot
 Strapped with the glock, won?t pull it out a lot
 But front, I?ll make it pop
 Y?all don?t do it how we do
 Niggas ain?t on the shit we on
 Everything new
 Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
 We up, nigga
 [Verse 3]
 ?Round the world tourin?, the city got borin?
 Bury Mike with cash, no life insurance
 Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
 Need a ranch, got too many horses









