We Go Up Lyrics – Nicki Minaj
Singer: Nicki Minaj
Title: We Go Up
New york, stand the f#ck up! (yeah)
You know what’s goin’ on, n#gg#
Fivio, barbie
Touch my crown, these jealous #ss n#gg#s
It’s only one king, it’s only one queen, there’s two crowns, n#gg#
Baow, grr
Ayo, this week, ‘rari (‘rari)
Next week, lambo (lambo)
b#tch, i’m fly (fly)
I don’t land though (land though)
This they funeral, start the service
Say my name, make ’em nervous
Uh, you b#tches is salty, i give them pressure (i give them pressure)
Uh, you b#tches is salty, pass me the pepper (pass me the pepper)
Uh, you b#tches be jacking mе like the ripper (likе the ripper)
Uh, i am a hustler, i can sell water to flipper
Uh, i know they teabagging, b#tches is testy
Get you a vacuum, b#tches is messy
Let’s see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
And that is what gets me
This sh#t ain’t new to me, sh#t is just new to y’all (shit is just new to y’all)
I wish a b#tch would upon a shooting star (upon a shooting star)
You thought you witnessed my final coup de gras (final coup de gras)
Brrt, look up, we shootin’ stars
Sitting in the back of the benz and my feet go up
b#tches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But i love the way they mob when we roll up
These b#tches bums, when i see them, they make me throw up
I wish a b#tch 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 b#tch from the streets, grow up
’cause you the type to say that sh#t and knock a freak ho up (ugh)
I’m ’bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, b#tch (b#tch)
Southside jamaica, we mobbin’ in brix, so pull up with the blicks (blicks)
Some of the best shooters out of new york, they don’t play with the knicks (ayo)
That ain’t fivio foreign, it’s barbie new foreign, b#tch
These nike, it ain’t reebok, we back on that ewok
Percocets got a detox, firearms gon’ get restocked
Shooters hittin’ that g spot, b#tches imitate, please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop, first he gotta give me top (brrt)
Fendi bag or that louis bag, more colorful than a peacock
Weak n#gg#s 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, b#tches got epilsepsy
I don’t do coke, little b#tch, 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 (get money)
b#tches don’t come outside when the beef go up (take money)
But i love the way they mob when we roll up (haha)
These b#tches bums, when i see them, they make me throw up (yo, all these b#tches {?})
I wish a b#tch would spin, i’m like, “please show up” (rockaway)
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap ho up ({?})
You keep talkin’ ’bout a b#tch from the streets, grow up (i’m not playin’)
’cause you the type to say that sh#t and knock a freak ho up (grrt)
{?} watch how my shooter could bully you (watch how my shooter could bully you)
Yeah (yeah)
That n#gg# gon’ kill you as soon as i look at you (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Huh, yeah, i never say what i wanna do (i never say what i wanna do)
Yeah, look, open the door and i shoot out the {?}
I’m with a baddie, she love the aggression
I’m with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I’m showin’ them both and i’m teachin’ ’em lessons
Now watch how i’m moving ’cause i’m the investment
f#ck her one night and i go and get breakfast
I don’t do paperwork or confessions (nah)
I don’t do internet shows or texting (nah)
Shoot up the party, that send them the message (bow, bow, bow)
You n#gg#s started us (you n#gg#s started us) (yeah, yeah)
Bulletproof, was like a guarded truck (skrrt)
Ain’t no blicky with me, i got nicki with me (nah)
And she barbie dolled up (lil’ baby)
We see ’em, we shooting the party up (grrt)
We ain’t squashing sh#t, don’t try to “sorry” us (nah)
I got rich friends and they be riled up (skrrt)
If they want to, they shooting the {?} up (bow, bow, bow)
Fivi’ (fivi’), spazzin’ (spazzin’)
Two shows (two shoes), backend
Fendi (fendi), fashion (fashion)
Fendi fashion (fendi fashion) (yeah, look, huh)
I put the brains on a napkin, i tell my demons to whack him
My n#gg# died then that n#gg# died, i don’t even know how it happened
Pink rolls truck and my feet go up (get money)
b#tches don’t come outside when the beef go up (take money)
But i love the way they mob when we roll up (grrt)
Bums, when i see them, they make me throw up (yo, all these b#tches {?})
I wish a b#tch would spin, i’m like, “please show up” (bow)
When it come to queen sleaze, all the fees go up (bow) (we’re mobbin’)
I said we out, you can’t breeze with us (bow)
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it’s up (bow) (the money)
Mm
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