Up Dea

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[Intro] All y'all hoes be talkin' 'bout me, what y'all gon' do? I only come in first place (What the fuck you gon' do, bitch?), I don't do number two If you try to stop me, it's gon' take more than your crew I don't want your man and sadly he don't want you (Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha, it's Trax season bruh) [Verse 1] Big tipper, real nigga A bad bitch flipper and a bad bitch getter (Yeah) A pussy ho, I don't feel her Go monkey on a bitch, but this not Spinrilla You like your nigga safe, I like my niggas triller (Real niggas) A hood bitch, fuck with them goons and gorillas That ho fine, but this ho a killer Don't take me to your mammy, nigga, I ain't tryna meet her You hoes can't see me, feelin' like John Cena Your man drinkin' on my Henn, call it Aquafina (Water) Dirty Sprite, drinkin' lean out a two liter I'm with my man hittin' licks in his two seater Can't get a man 'cause you hoes just some dick eaters I froze the game, nah, ho, you can't get near a heater I'm killin' you hoes, call me the Grim Reaper Too rich for your blood, find another bitch cheaper [Chorus] If it's up there (Up there), then it's stuck there (Stuck there) You can't handle me, sis (Nah) If he stuck here (Stuck here), then it's love there (Love there) You can't handle it, bitch (Got 'em) If it's up there (Up there), then it's stuck there (Stuck there) You can't handle me, sis (Nah) If he stuck here (Stuck here), then it's love there (Love there) You can't handle it, bitch (Got 'em) [Verse 2] Scrollin' through my DM (Scrollin') I ain't worried 'bout my nigga or his BM (Nah) Freaks come out at night, it's p.m. Ain't worried 'bout the risk, fuck that, I'm tryna see him You gotta buy me this and that (Yeah) Spend all your money, nigga, less chit-chat Lay it out on a platter, don't bring a bitch no snacks Now how you gon' break a piece off this KitKat? Miss girl, why you hatin'? The niggas want me, you can't take it (You mad) I got his pockets, tryna break it (Break a nigga) Oh, you bought that ass? Bitch, you better shake it Go on girl, do your dance These thirsty bitches ain't gon' give you a chance He a boss, I can tell by the bands Is your pussy worth a Honda or Benz? [Bridge] All y'all hoes be talkin' 'bout me, what y'all gon' do? I only come in first place, I don't do number two If you try to stop me, it's gon' take more than your crew I don't want your man and sadly he don't want you [Chorus] If it's up there (Up there), then it's stuck there (Stuck there) You can't handle me, sis (Nah) If he stuck here (Stuck here), then it's love there (Love there) You can't handle it, bitch (Got 'em) If it's up there (Up there), then it's stuck there (Stuck there) You can't handle me, sis (Nah) If he stuck here (Stuck here), then it's love there (Love there) You can't handle it, bitch (Got 'em) [Outro] Hello? Hello Wassup? Yo, I see you on Instagram with all them niggas Don't make me come tear your mop out, bitch Here you go, here you go, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? One of them dumb-ass Instagram hoes done inbox you some shit What you gon' do? Leave me? Nah, I ain't gon' leave you Exactly, alright, I'm in the studio, love you, daddy Love you too Bye Yeah, ho If he stuck here, then it's love there You can't handle it, bitch
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- Saucy Santana