LIONAIRE, XEN - Come Up songtext (lyrics)
[LIONAIRE, XEN - Come Up songtext lyrics]
This Niggas ain't distorted and
Imma finish shit (yeah)
Pop some Pants we ballin' can't (yeah)
It ain't no proud for a Nigga
Blowin' money fast
My Autograph is a Dollar Sign take that shit
Break that Shit down
I love it when it's green dope Money
Double up till I'm in the Money Team
That Oversees, Ground is deep
Finish rapper sea
Till I get guilty rich
I got tripple beam dreams
Fuck a fake friend they
Covering the saw homie
They make the darkside clear for homie
You ain't safe
Everybody sleepin' on you huh?
Do you roll a Got girls on your timeline
Since I young was destined
For the rapper life
Credit's cards, Investing Bras
Never ask the price
Pray to Allah that i don't fall
Had to roll the dice
Turned a hobby to a job we sacrifice
Typical Africans skill like napoleon
Ball for days like a lexicon
Waves on waves like atlantic upper echelon
Your clown face says "I prove they all wrong"
Watch me kickin' these bars
You see the rythm is sauce
Me and XEN killin' the mob
Just play the beat with
I'm not the type who's involved
And all the fame i just write and record
Don't fuck with niggas at all
Cause all the Rappers
Than take the Mic and it's on
And the problem is soft
I'm lightin' on the cigar
Get in the left of the car
I'm driving to boulevards
My nigga I'm heading up boy
It's time to hold u
Whoo
Hastag I'm on the comeup, i be flying trough
You announce to much we make no moves
I lines that a hunnid
Mic check, 1, 2, see me hot in the booth
I was banging is romantic in my bedroom
While you playin' all the hoes
You can pick and choose
Work before pleasure, I talk till it better
Mine is over matter, Grind is no preasure
Kill a snitch nigga i'm the hero
Watch me come and
Imma finish shit (yeah)
Pop some Pants we ballin' can't (yeah)
It ain't no proud for a Nigga
Blowin' money fast
My Autograph is a Dollar Sign take that shit
Break that Shit down
I love it when it's green dope Money
Double up till I'm in the Money Team
That Oversees, Ground is deep
Finish rapper sea
Till I get guilty rich
I got tripple beam dreams
Fuck a fake friend they
Covering the saw homie
They make the darkside clear for homie
You ain't safe
Everybody sleepin' on you huh?
Do you roll a Got girls on your timeline
Since I young was destined
For the rapper life
Credit's cards, Investing Bras
Never ask the price
Pray to Allah that i don't fall
Had to roll the dice
Turned a hobby to a job we sacrifice
Typical Africans skill like napoleon
Ball for days like a lexicon
Waves on waves like atlantic upper echelon
Your clown face says "I prove they all wrong"
Watch me kickin' these bars
You see the rythm is sauce
Me and XEN killin' the mob
Just play the beat with
I'm not the type who's involved
And all the fame i just write and record
Don't fuck with niggas at all
Cause all the Rappers
Than take the Mic and it's on
And the problem is soft
I'm lightin' on the cigar
Get in the left of the car
I'm driving to boulevards
My nigga I'm heading up boy
It's time to hold u
Whoo
Hastag I'm on the comeup, i be flying trough
You announce to much we make no moves
I lines that a hunnid
Mic check, 1, 2, see me hot in the booth
I was banging is romantic in my bedroom
While you playin' all the hoes
You can pick and choose
Work before pleasure, I talk till it better
Mine is over matter, Grind is no preasure
Kill a snitch nigga i'm the hero
Watch me come and