Corrección Letra Goin Up par John Gabbana

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John Gabbana
I'm surrounded by steppers
My dog just caught 5, he didn't fold under pressure
(Belin be chasin' them bands, boy)
Sheesh
(It's StardustSZN)

I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie
Let's go out the country, I love to take chances
Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky
If you feeling jumpy, I'm not with the antics
AMG seats look like a peanut butter sandwich
Ramen noodles and bologna, that's a county jail manwhich
Good under pressure, don't know how to panic
I'm going up and I know they can't stand it
Pocket rocket, boy, this b*t*h gon' do damage
Thotty thotty ate my d**k like it's salmon
Open my mouth, them diamonds get to dancing
I'm sharp in this b*t*h, got me feeling like Shannon
They not f**king with me, they don't understand me
My life an adventure, like Billy and Mandy
I'm gon' touch a million, I put that on granny
Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami

Been hit once so I tote that ratchet
If it's outta reach, I'm lacking
.45 make a n***a do gymnastics
If I gotta up it, I'ma work my magic
Momma, yo' son got a lot of bad habits
Bought a Mercedes, woke up then crashed it
Break it down, roll it up, puff puff pass it
Hit a lick, split it in three then stashed it
Now they showing love they wanna ride wave
Humbled myself but let me find a bank
Had to take a lil' break, I needed time and space
My son gotta eat, don't got time to waste
Don't need new friends, b*t*h, don't smile in my face
f**k my P.O. 'cause she tried to build a case
Still on probation, hope I don't violate
New horse, blue sport, if a n***a wanna race
I ain't biting my tongue, let me talk my sh*t
Big boss, Rick Ross, whole lotta big sh*t
One hit, quick fix, new b*t*h, that's it
Catch flights, pipe sh*t, d**k long, nightstick
These flawless VVS, so I talk like this
Spent a thousand on my jeans, so I walk like this
I ain't seen another n***a do it all like this
b*t*h, I could've went pro the way I ball like this

I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie
Let's go out the country, I love to take chances
Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky
If you feeling jumpy, I'm not with the antics
AMG seats look like a peanut butter sandwich
Ramen noodles and bologna, that's a county jail manwhich
Good under pressure, don't know how to panic
I'm going up and I know they can't stand it
Pocket rocket, boy, this b*t*h gon' do damage
Thotty thotty ate my d**k like it's salmon
Open my mouth, them diamonds get to dancing
I'm sharp in this b*t*h, got me feeling like Shannon
They not f**king with me, they don't understand me
My life an adventure, like Billy and Mandy
I'm gon' touch a million, I put that on granny
Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami

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