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I'm Up


Artist: Young Thug
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 6
Year: 2016

For My People Lyrics - I'm Up - Young Thug

56 hundred for the Cartier 

YSL shit, know what I'm sayin? 

Me and Lil Duke 

Aye lil' boo, who are you? 

 

I put it down for my people 

Ready to die for my people 

We multiply with the people 

Have a shootout for my people 

We gon' take lives for these people 

We gon' fly high like an eagle 

I sold them hunnas and eagles 

I know that bitch and mistreat 'em (thugger!) 

Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it 

Bitch say she straight like a perm in it 

Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' 

Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' 

 

Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it 

My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it 

 

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I woke up, I prayed and I'm hustlin' 

I roll up, I pull up with shorty 

 

I pour up a four of the muddy 

I pour up a four of the muddy 

I lean, I lean on my luggage 

Got Aquafina, it's nothin' 

I fucked that bitch while in London 

I beat that bitch like I'm London 

I put in work for my people 

You say you not broke, but me either 

Man I'm gettin' so fly like a seagull 

And I'm ready to die for my people 

Bitch I'm a zoe, not a zebra 

I cook up the dope and no ether 

Old school, it sound like a beeper 

We not gon' let you mistreat 'em 

Bitch I'm the shit, fuck a toilet 

If you can't stand him then seat him 

Run up a check and I'm glory 

Farrakhan, me, I'm a leader 

I was just smokin' on doja 

Fuck niggas trick 'em and treat 'em 

Pour up a four in a 40 

We drop a four in a liter 

I pour up a four while he cook up the blow 

I just fucked your hoe, pussy nigga you know 

I just got the blow and it came off the boat 

 

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Got racks inside my skinny jeans and they pokin' 

No hokey, no pokey, fuck nigga you're broke as shit 

I heard that you tote it, I heard that you wrote it 

I heard that they pay you to watchin' your focus 

 

I put it down for my people 

Ready to die for my people 

We multiply with the people 

Have a shootout for my people 

 

We gon' take lives for these people 

We gon' fly high like an eagle 

 

I sold them hunnas and eagles 

I know that bitches mistreat 'em 

Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it 

Bitch say she straight like a perm in it 

Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' 

Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' 

 

Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it 

My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it 

Lil Duke insisted 

Thot bitch, she crippin' 

Play with me, he trippin' 

 

They find your ass missin' 

We built like relentless 

Pull up to shows in them Bentleys 

Choppa go right for your kidneys 

I'll prolly be fuckin' your mistress 

I swear this one hell of a feelin' 

I swear this one hell of a livin' 

I drink on the Act all day 

I got a hell of a kidney 

 

I swear that they know that these niggas ain't scarin' me 

YSL on, bangin' that 'til they bury me 

These niggas fake and they're fairies, they're tellin' me 

We some young veterans dodgin' the federal, settled 

I whip up that white like she work, I'm the chef 

I know a few niggas just waitin' on my death 

Bitch I'm Sudan, I got planes on my steps 

Y'all bitches, you know we in here 

 

Got bitches on bitches, you know we in here 

Yeah, we make it snow in the VIP 

Gats on our hips and we totin' in here 

Racks in my pocket, they know what it is 

I put it down for my people 

Ready to die for my people 

We multiply with the people 

Have a shootout for my people 

We gon' take lives for these people 

We gon' fly high like an eagle 

I sold them hunnas and eagles 

I know that bitches mistreat 'em 

Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it 

Bitch say she straight like a perm in it 

Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' 

Bentley Spur with the curtain missin' 

Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it 

My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it 

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