John Gabbana - Goin Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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John Gabbana - Goin Up (en) Lyrics
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John Gabbana
I'm surrounded by steppers
My dog just caught 5, he didn't
fold under pressure
(Belin be chasin' them bands, boy)
Sheesh
I'm all about money, can't
go out a junkie
Let's go out the country,
I love to take chances
Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky
If you feeling jumpy, I'm
not with the antics
AMG seats look like a peanut
butter sandwich
Ramen noodles and bologna, that's
a county jail manwhich
Good under pressure, don't
know how to panic
I'm going up and I know
they can't stand it
Pocket rocket, boy, this
bitch gon' do damage
Thotty thotty ate my dick
like it's salmon
Open my mouth, them diamonds
get to dancing
I'm sharp in this bitch, got
me feeling like Shannon
They not fucking with me,
they don't understand me
My life an adventure,
like Billy and Mandy
I'm gon' touch a million,
I put that on granny
Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami
Been hit once so I tote that ratchet
If it's outta reach, I'm lacking
.45 make a nigga do gymnastics
If I gotta up it, I'ma work my magic
Momma, yo' son got a lot of bad habits
Bought a Mercedes, woke
up then crashed it
Break it down, roll it
up, puff puff pass it
Hit a lick, split it in
three then stashed it
Now they showing love
they wanna ride wave
Humbled myself but let me find a bank
Had to take a lil' break,
I needed time and space
My son gotta eat, don't
got time to waste
Don't need new friends, bitch,
don't smile in my face
Fuck my P.O. 'cause she
tried to build a case
Still on probation, hope
I don't violate
New horse, blue sport,
if a nigga wanna race
I ain't biting my tongue,
let me talk my shit
Big boss, Rick Ross, whole
lotta big shit
One hit, quick fix, new
bitch, that's it
Catch flights, pipe shit,
dick long, nightstick
These flawless VVS, so
I talk like this
Spent a thousand on my jeans,
so I walk like this
I ain't seen another nigga
do it all like this
Bitch, I could've went pro
the way I ball like this
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