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We Up Lyrics by 50 Cent 50 Cent , Kendrick Lamar
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Uh-huh
Chorus 1
They don't do it how we do, do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on, we on, we on
Everything new, new
Spikes on the Louboutins, boutins, boutins
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 which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
Verse 1
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 outline
You ain't made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Bakers
Verse 1
You counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Chorus 2
Brake hit the button then we pulling, 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, do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on, we on, we on
Everything new, new
Spikes on the Louboutins, boutins, boutins
We up, nigga
Verse 2
Visualize everything I needed and dream
Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme
Guns in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
Nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Verse 2
Should have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
Bought a Bible, yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars
Bought a chopper and a binocular
Verse 2
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Chorus 3
Brake hit the button then we pulling, 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, do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on, we on, we on
Everything new, new
Spikes on the Louboutins, boutins, boutins
We up, nigga
Verse 3
Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast
Breakfast, breakfast, breakfast
Verse 3
D-D-D colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
Neck, bitch, neck, bitch, neck, bitch
Verse 3
It feels like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bullseye, 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, the fame
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Chorus 4
Brake hit the button then we pulling, 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, do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on, we on, we on
Everything new, new
Spikes on the Louboutins, boutins, boutins
We up, nigga
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