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LYRICFLUENTWe Go Up Lyrics by Nicki Minaj, Fivio Foreign
Below, you will find the lyrics for We Go Up by Nicki Minaj.
New York, stand the fuck up
You know what's going on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
Papi Yerr
Touch my crown again, bitch
You bitch ass niggas
It's only one king, it's only one queen
That's two crowns, nigga
Baow, grrt
This week, 'Rari , next week, Lambo
Bitch, I'm fly , I don't 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
Uh, you bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper
Uh, I know they tea baggin', bitches is testy
Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy
Let's see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now 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 shootin' star
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce
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 for the streets, grow up
'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up
I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as a enemy, bitch
Southside Jamaica we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with the blicks
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks
Ayo, that ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, bitch
These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox
Firearms gonna get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
Bitches imitate, please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop
First he gotta give me top
Louis bag, oh, 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 epilepsy
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
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
Yeah, look
Go on a drill and I make it look good to you
I'll tell my shooter to bully you
That nigga gonna kill you as soon as I look at you
Kill you as soon as I look at you, nigga
I never say what I wouldn't do
I never say what I wouldn't do
Huh, yeah, look
Open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof
Look, I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression
I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons
Now watch how I'm movin' 'cause I'm the investment
Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast
I don't do paperwork or confessions
I don't do internet shows or textin'
Shoot up the party, that's sendin' a message
Them niggas started us
The bulletproof was like a guarded truck
Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me
And she Barbied up
If we see 'em, we shootin' the party up
We ain't squashin' shit, don't try to 'sorry' us
I got rich friends and they be 'Rari'd up
If they want to, they shootin' the Garvey up
Fivi' , spazzin'
Two shows , backend
Fendi , fashion
Fendi , fashion
I put your brains on a napkin
And I tell my demons to whack him
My nigga died, then that nigga died
Look, I don't even know how it happened
Pink Rolls truck 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
Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, 'Please show up'
When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up
I said we out, you can't breeze with us
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us
Mmm
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