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letra de we go up (extended) - nicki minaj

we go up (extended) lyrics
[intro: nicki minaj & fivio foreign]
new york, stand the f-ck up! (yeah)
you know what’s goin’ on, n-gga
fivio, barbie
fivio foreign, nicki minaj, n-gga
touch my crown, these jealous ass n-ggas
it’s only one king, it’s only one queen, there’s two crowns, n-gga
baow, grr

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
ayo, this week, ‘rari (‘rari)
next week, lambo (lambo)
b-tch, i’m fly (fly)
i don’t land though (land though)
this they funeral, start the service
say my name, make ’em nervous
uh, you b-tches is salty, i give them pressure (i give them pressure)
uh, you b-tches is salty, pass me the pepper (pass me the pepper)
uh, you b-tches be jacking mе like the ripper (likе the ripper)
uh, i am a hustler, i can sell water to flipper
uh, i know they teabagging, b-tches is testy
get you a vacuum, b-tches is messy
let’s see
after all of that surgery, you are still ugly
and 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-tch 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
[chorus: nicki minaj]
sitting in the back of the benz and my feet go up
b-tches don’t come outside when the beef go up
but i love the way they mob when we roll up
these b-tches bums, when i see them, they make me throw up (ooh)
i wish a b-tch 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 b-tch for the streets, grow up
’cause you the type to say that sh-t and knock a freak ho up (ugh)

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
i’m ’bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, b-tch (b-tch)
southside jamaica, we mobbin’ in brix, so pull up with the bl!cks (bl!cks)
some of the best shooters out of new york, they don’t play with the knicks (ayo)
that ain’t fivio foreign, it’s barbie new foreign, b-tch
these nike, it ain’t reebok
we back on that ewok
percocets got a detox
firearms gon’ get restocked
shooters hittin’ that g spot
b-tches imitate, please stop
suck his d-ck like a freeze pop
first, he gotta give me top (brrt)
fendi bag or that louis bag, more colorful than a peac-ck
weak n-ggas 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 and still givin’ s-xy
i know they sleepin’ on me, b-tches got epilsepsy
i don’t do coke, little b-tch, 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)
[chorus: nicki minaj & fivio foreign]
sitting in the back of the benz and my feet go up (get money)
b-tches 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-tches bums, when i see them, they make me throw up (yo, all these b-tches [?]) (ooh)
i wish a b-tch would spin, i’m like, “please show up” (rockaway)
when you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap ho up ([?])
you keep talkin’ ’bout a b-tch for the streets, grow up (i’m not playin’)
’cause you the type to say that sh-t and knock a freak ho up (grrt)

[verse 3: fivio foreign]
[?] watch how my shooter could bully you (watch how my shooter could bully you)
yeah (yeah)
that n-gga gon’ k!ll you as soon as i look at you (bow, bow, bow, bow)
huh, yeah, i never say what i wanna do (i never say what i wanna 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 both and i’m teachin’ ’em lessons
now watch how i’m moving ’cause i’m the investment
f-ck her one 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 send them the message (bow, bow, bow)
you n-ggas started us (you n-ggas started us) (yeah, yeah)
bulletproof, was like a guarded truck (skrrt)
ain’t no bl!cky with me, i got nicki with me (nah)
and she barbie dolled up (lil’ baby)
we see ’em, we shooting the party up (grrt)
we ain’t squashing sh-t, don’t try to “sorry” us (nah)
i got rich friends and they be riled up (skrrt)
if they want to, they shooting the [?] up (bow, bow, bow)
fivi’ (fivi’), spazzin’ (spazzin’)
two shows (two shoes), backend
fendi (fendi), fashion (fashion)
fendi fashion (fendi fashion) (yeah, look, huh)
i put the brains on a napkin, i tell my demons to whack him
my n-gga died then that n-gga died, i don’t even know how it happened
[chorus: nicki minaj, fivio foreign]
pink rolls truck and my feet go up (get money)
b-tches don’t come outside when the beef go up (take money)
but i love the way they mob when we roll up (grrt)
bums, when i see them, they make me throw up (yo, all these b-tches [?])
i wish a b-tch would spin, i’m like, “please show up” (bow)
when it come to queen sleaze, all the fees go up (bow) (we’re mobbin’)
i said we out, you can’t breeze with us (bow)
and my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it’s up (bow) (the money)
mm

[outro: nicki minaj, nicki minaj & fivio foreign]
queen!
it’s nicki’s city n-gga (you heard them)
…
it’s barbie city
grr

- nicki minaj

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