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Billy Blue

Genres: Hip-Hop

We Came Up Lyrics - Billy Blue

We got them diamonds straight glossing now we know how to shine 

We got them hits steady rocking, yeah the radios mine 

We got them magazine covers read the article line 

We got the whole club poppin' cause we stay on our grind 

See we done came up 

(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper? 

We gon' do it again 

See we done came up 

(now why ya hatin') Now why you trippin' on the paper? Yeah! 

 

Hey, if its on, then its on 

I'm poppin' like Perion, congratulations the haters Im rocking like the Ramons 

The topic of every own, got paper like Eddie Long 

Try to put down in my set, you get the past Ellie Owe 

I never would have made it if the bucket never fell 

Cause there's rap headquarters in the ghetto everywhere 

Turned nothing into something, then I do a hell yeah 

Went from syke's to nike's, gucci one-hundred pair 

Fruits on my label Josephine Baker that alpha male 

You can be greater too if the jealous take off the veil 

Sippin' on lady good might convince me to go to jail 

Elevated my loot up in Africa with Chapel 

I used to be the joke of conversations in the past 

But now they get a dose of Flo Rida poppin' them bands 

The hood crowd, I hope now its Styrofoam in the glass 

I can see it my eyes, these bitches is really mad 

 

See we done came up 

(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper? 

We gone do it again, (Hey!) 

See we done came up, 

(now why ya hatin') So why you trippin' on the paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yeah! 

 

The hood ain't been the same since the Old Gs died 

Some locked away doing life 

Me as young nigga, I'm gettin' mine 

BPs and boulders gone help me shine 

Its been hot around the way, niggas ain't got discipline 

Swear to God, its the world that were living in, nigga 

Bullshit niggas cross the head 

 

Gotta bring the work in, then want more bread 

You feel me! 

Let the truth be told 

Remember when I used to pay 5 flat for a no 

We up the first day double up in an hour 

Work like a fiend damn like ?? would (freeze) 

 

I need a boulder said 

Close was the shoes 

My watch was a guess 

Cool water cologne, smell so fresh 

The Cuban lint layin on my chest, ya feel me?! 

 

See we done came up (ohhh) 

(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper? (On our paper!) 

See we done came up (came up!) 

(now why ya hatin') Now why you trippin' on the paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yeah! 

 

Haa! Imma.. 

Yeah, we gettin' money 

My dog came and snatched a bird from me 

My old lady caught me cheatin' on her with her friend 

Something going on, you ain't go no ends 

You must be hater you ain't got no life 

I know you ain't a soldier you ain't go stripes 

Something going on, what it is Brisco?! 

I tell 'em bitches that I'm touchin' nosey ass no 

Just know that, ya boy one-hundred 

I had to show my lil whoday how to cut a onion 

Open like a girl, straight like that 

Hit me with a spoon, bring that back 

Bring that dope, I bring that hood 

I bring that good, you bring your woods 

Something going on, going on right now 

Them poe boys right ?? 

 

(ohh) See we done came up (came up, yay!) 

(so what ya hatin') So why you trippin' on our paper? (Why?) 

We gone do it again 

See we done came up (and again and again) 

(now why ya hatin') Now why you trippin' on the paper? (Paper, yeah!) 

Know how to shine, yay 

and the radio's mine 

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