Letra de We Go Up - Nicki Minaj

(Feat. Fivio Foreign)

(O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit)

New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)

You know what's goin' on, nigga

(Swizzy na bicie, ziomal)

Fivio, Barbie (Papi Yerr)

Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj)

Touch my crown again, bitch (Bitch-ass niggas)

It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga (There's only one king, there's only one queen, nigga)

Baow, grr

Ayo, this week, 'Rari, next week, Lambo

Bitch, I'm fly, I don't land, though

This they funeral, start the service

Say my name, make 'em nervous

Uh, these bitches is salty, I give them pressure

Uh, these bitches is salty, pass me the pepper

Uh, these bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper

Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper

Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy

Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy

Let's see

After all of that surgery, you are still ugly

Now that is what gets me

This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all

I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star

You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce

(Brrt), look up, we shootin' stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up

But I love the way they mob when we roll up

These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up

I wish a bitch 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 bitch for the streets, grow up

'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)

I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch

Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with them 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, bitch

These? Nah, that ain't Reebok

We back on that Ewok

Percocets, gotta detox

Firearms gon' get restocked

Shooters hittin' that G-spot

Bitches imitate, please stop

Suck his dick like a freeze pop

First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)

Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag more colorful than a peacock

Weak niggas 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, it's still givin' sexy

I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy

I don't do coke, little bitch, 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)

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)

But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Haha)

These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these bitches—)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Ooh, rockaway)

When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up

You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (I'm not playin')

'Cause you the type to say that shit 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 to bully you)

Uh, yeah (Yeah)

That nigga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do, huh (I never say what I wouldn't do)

Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof

Look, 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

And I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment

Fuck 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 sendin' a message (Baow, baow)

Them niggas started us (Them niggas 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' bitch, yeah)

If we see 'em, we shooting the party up (Grrt)

We ain't squashing shit, 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)

Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (Spazzin')

Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)

Fendi (Fendi), fashion (Fashion)

Fendi (Yeah, look), fashion

I put your brains on a napkin

I tell my demons to whack 'em

My nigga died, then that nigga died

Look, I don't even know how it happened (Bitch)

Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)

Bitches 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 bitches—)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Baow) (Look up)

When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (Baow, what hapened?)

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

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