Come Up lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Chorus]
n*gga this sh*t ain't the same you better give me my dough oh oh is so much pressure on my brain I think I need me a hoe oh oh you rapping n*ggas is lame cuz you steady still in my flow oh oh you b*tches think it's a game baby you playing with a pro oh oh

[Verse]
You don't want it with them you don't keep it 100 with them
You don't know them n*ggas you don't be getting blunted with them
Ain't nothing for me to spray the eight off I don't take payoff Biggeaveili and Capo like Napoleon and Adolf
n*ggas they got to pay off
Before they got a layoff
They know I'm out on bail
They don't want me winning they want me sitting back in the jail I was getting mail
Plenty b*tches that came to see me
They told me they love me and send me pictures and they bikinis
I was pimping from the pen baby I was just hoopin just to keep in touch with my friends baby mama was troopin
Brought my little man up to see me baby got that fetty
Give him a year while she going to be starting just like his daddy I'm back baby you n*ggas is done
So finish up on having your little fun

[Chorus]
n*gga this sh*t ain't the same you better give me my dough oh oh is so much pressure on my brain I think I need me a hoe oh oh you rapping n*ggas is lame cuz you steady still in my flow oh oh you b*tches think it's a game baby you playing with a pro oh oh
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