Merky ACE, Capo Lee - Bill up lyrics
[Merky ACE, Capo Lee - Bill up lyrics]
Nah, nah, nah, nah, line
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) ππͺπ―π¦, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ°ππ₯π£π¦π³π¨
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) Line, get bill up
'cah bill up nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ°ππ₯π£π¦π³π¨
(Fuck that, listen, yo) Lying, get bill up
'cah bill up
Yeah, come around, nigga's know, I'm the one
Ain't got chipped, ain't got rid, I don't bun
I don't hide, I don't snitch, I don't run
I got bars, make you bounce, to the drum
Couple bangers, I'll be gone, in a sec
I got London, in my heart, and I rep
Fuck around, and it's karma, that you'll get
Huh? Raving, with your money, you're a myth
I ain't about this
Sprint to the top and I'm
Out here for guidance
Chasing the money for the
Crown and the highness
Clash of the pagans, no we ain't righteous
Still trap hard for thΠ΅ madders to writers
When it comΠ΅s to raves and
The games provide us
When it comes to raves and
The game won't mind us
When I touch mic it's all - yeah, not hypers
I thought, you trap, for a living
So why you dodging, these boxers, like Floyd?
You make line, off the food, now I'm 'nnoyed
In a trap, you're no longer, employed
Talk, 'bout youngers, in the states
You're a clown, with control, over your mates
Lying, get bill up, like Gates
I said, lying, get bill up, like gates
Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
'π€π’π© π£πͺππ πΆπ±
Yeah rap bars, but grime, you don't do
We got our lives, on the line, for the move
Said you did, but you don't, have a clue
Getting gassed, 'cause your fans
Think you do
So many garbs, always, they're my favourite
Chicken burger, no lettuce
Any barbecue wings
They're favourite, Amsterdam sensia
I was their favourite
That park's my favourite
Grams on my ankles achin'
Still out here man think that I'm ganking
'Cause, I just splashed, but I earned that
Statement
New kid, signed at a station, and went court
Your P's in a basin g, you're a snitch
I do grime, but I still, ain't rich
'Cause, I didn't, get no, inheritance
It was me, with a pagan, behind tints
Now I'm out, on my ones, got the link
If I get it, for you, there's a drink
Social ting, behind, the sink
Lying, get bill up, like Clint
Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
'π€π’π© π£πͺππ πΆπ± nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
'π€π’π© π£πͺππ πΆπ±
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) ππͺπ―π¦, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ°ππ₯π£π¦π³π¨
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) Line, get bill up
'cah bill up nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ°ππ₯π£π¦π³π¨
(Fuck that, listen, yo) Lying, get bill up
'cah bill up
Yeah, come around, nigga's know, I'm the one
Ain't got chipped, ain't got rid, I don't bun
I don't hide, I don't snitch, I don't run
I got bars, make you bounce, to the drum
Couple bangers, I'll be gone, in a sec
I got London, in my heart, and I rep
Fuck around, and it's karma, that you'll get
Huh? Raving, with your money, you're a myth
I ain't about this
Sprint to the top and I'm
Out here for guidance
Chasing the money for the
Crown and the highness
Clash of the pagans, no we ain't righteous
Still trap hard for thΠ΅ madders to writers
When it comΠ΅s to raves and
The games provide us
When it comes to raves and
The game won't mind us
When I touch mic it's all - yeah, not hypers
I thought, you trap, for a living
So why you dodging, these boxers, like Floyd?
You make line, off the food, now I'm 'nnoyed
In a trap, you're no longer, employed
Talk, 'bout youngers, in the states
You're a clown, with control, over your mates
Lying, get bill up, like Gates
I said, lying, get bill up, like gates
Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
'π€π’π© π£πͺππ πΆπ±
Yeah rap bars, but grime, you don't do
We got our lives, on the line, for the move
Said you did, but you don't, have a clue
Getting gassed, 'cause your fans
Think you do
So many garbs, always, they're my favourite
Chicken burger, no lettuce
Any barbecue wings
They're favourite, Amsterdam sensia
I was their favourite
That park's my favourite
Grams on my ankles achin'
Still out here man think that I'm ganking
'Cause, I just splashed, but I earned that
Statement
New kid, signed at a station, and went court
Your P's in a basin g, you're a snitch
I do grime, but I still, ain't rich
'Cause, I didn't, get no, inheritance
It was me, with a pagan, behind tints
Now I'm out, on my ones, got the link
If I get it, for you, there's a drink
Social ting, behind, the sink
Lying, get bill up, like Clint
Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
'π€π’π© π£πͺππ πΆπ± nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
ππ’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©, π―π’π©
ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±, ππͺπ¬π¦ ππ’π―
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(ππΆπ€π¬ π΅π©π’π΅, ππͺπ΄π΅π¦π―, πΊπ°) ππΊπͺπ―π¨, π¨π¦π΅ π£πͺππ πΆπ±
'π€π’π© π£πͺππ πΆπ±