Correction Paroles We Go Up (Extended) par Fivio Foreign

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O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit
New York, stand the f**k up! (Yeah)
You know what's goin' on, n***a
Swizzy na bicie ziomal
Fivio, Barbie (Papiyerr)
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, n***a (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj)
Touch my crown again, b*t*h (B*t*h-a** n***as)
It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, n***a (There's only one king, there's only one queen, n***a)
Baow, grr

Ayo, this week, 'Rari ('Rari), next week, Lambo (Lambo)
B*t*h, I'm fly (Fly), I don't land though (Land though)
This they funeral (Funeral), start the service (Service)
Say my name, make 'em nervous
Uh, you b*t*hes is salty, I give them pressure (I give them prеssure)
Uh, you b*t*hes is salty, pa** me thе pepper (Pa** me the pepper)
Uh, you b*t*hes be jackin' me like the Ripper (Like the Ripper)
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (Water to Flipper)
Uh, I know they teabaggin', b*t*hes is testy
Get you a vacuum, b*t*hes is messy
Let's see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me
This sh*t ain't new to me, sh*t is just new to y'all (Sh*t is just new to y'all)
I wish a b*t*h would upon a shooting star (Upon a shooting star)
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce (Final coup de grâce)
Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
B*t*hes don't come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b*t*hes bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Ooh)
I wish a b*t*h would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up)
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin' 'bout a b*t*h for the streets, grow up (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*t*h (B*t*h)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, 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, that's Barbie new foreign, b*t*h
These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox
Firearms gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
B*t*hes imitate, please stop
Suck his d**k like a freeze pop
First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)
Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag, more colorful than a peac*ck (Peac*ck)
Weak n***as gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop (No treetop)
He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"
I could be all the way covered, it's still givin' sexy
I know they sleepin' on me, b*t*hes got epilepsy
I don't do coke, little b*t*h, 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 (Ooh)
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (Get money)
B*t*hes 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*t*hes bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these b*t*hes—) (Ooh)
I wish a b*t*h would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up) (Ooh, rockaway)
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin' 'bout a b*t*h for the streets, grow up (Grow up) (I'm not playin')
'Cause you the type to say that sh*t and knock a freak ho up (Grrt)

Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you
I tell my shooter to bully you (Baow, I tell my shooter could bully you)
Huh, yeah (Yeah)
That n***a gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow) (Kill you as soon as I look at you)
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do (I never say what I wouldn't do)
Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof
I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression
I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons
I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment
F**k her all 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's sending a message (Baow, baow, baow)
Them n***as started us (Them n***as started us, yeah)
The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)
Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)
And she Barbied up (Lil' b*t*h) (Yeah)
If we see 'em, we shooting the party up (Grrt)
We ain't squashing so don't try to "sorry" us (Nah)
I got rich friends and they be Rari'd up (Skrrt)
If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up (Baow, baow, baow) (Boom)
Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (Spazzin')
Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)
Fendi (Fendi), Fashion (Fashion)
Uh, Fendi Fashion (Fendi Fashion) (Yeah, look, huh)
I put your brains on a napkin
I tell my demons to whack 'em
My n***a died, then that n***a died
Look, I don't even know how it happened, b*t*h
Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)
B*t*hes don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Baow, grrt, haha)
Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Big dumb, all these b*t*hes—)
I wish a b*t*h would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Baow, look up)
When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (Baow, what happened?)
I said we out, you can't breeze with us (Baow)
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us (Baow, the money)
Mm

Grrt, baow, baow, baow (Queen!)
Ayo, this sh*t is going on the— (Queen!)
This album don’t play, n***a
Word, we see the slick sh*t too
Yeah, they can’t stop this sh*t, n***a (Yeah)
They can’t stop this sh*t, n***a
That’s it, n***a (Uh-huh)
We gon’ do how we want, when we want, how we want
This my city, n***a, this Nicki's city, n***a (You heard ’em)
Don’t nothin’ else matter, n***a
They ain’t outside like us, n***a (Fendi Facts)
They inside, they not around, we been around, n***a
F**k the opps (Heavy on that, haha)
They can’t— you know what's up n***a
Grrt, baow, baow
And we rep the 9, Queens to Brooklyn (B*t*h a** n***a)
Long live T-dot, rrrr
It's Barbie city
Brrrt

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