We Go Up Lyrics – Nicki Minaj feat. Fivio Foreign
We Go Up Lyrics – This is a brand new song of 2022 sung & written by Nicki Minaj feat. Fivio Foreign. The music label is Nicki Minaj.
We Go Up Song Lyrics
New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)
You know what’s goin’ on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
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 (‘Rari), next week, Lambo (Lambo)
Bitch, I’m fly (Fly), I don’t land though (Land though)
This they funeral (Funeral), start the service (Service)
Say my name, make ’em nervous
Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure (I give them pressure)
Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the peppеr (Pass me the peppеr)
Uh, you bitches be jackin’ me like the Ripper (Like the Ripper)
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to flipper (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
And that is what gets me
This shit ain’t new to me, shit is just new to y’all (Shit is just new to y’all)
I wish a bitch 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
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 (Ooh)
I wish a bitch would spin, I’m like, “Please show up” (Show up)
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin’ ’bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (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 (Bitch)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin’ in Brix, so pull up with the blicks (Blicks)
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, bitch
These Nike, it ain’t Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets got a 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)
Fendi bag or that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock (Peacock)
Weak niggas 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’ 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 (Ooh)
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—) (Ooh)
I wish a bitch would spin, I’m like, “Please show up” (Show up) (Ooh, rockaway)
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin’ ’bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (Grow up) (I’m not playin’)
‘Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Grrt)
Yeah, look, went on a drill and I make it look good to you
Watch how my shooter could bully you (Baow, watch how my shooter could bully you)
Huh, yeah (Yeah)
That nigga gon’ kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow) (Kill you as soon as I look at you)
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn’t do (I never say what I wouldn’t 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
Fuck 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’s sending a message (Baow, baow, baow)
Them niggas started us (Them niggas started us, yeah)
Bulletproof, was like a guarded truck (Skrrt)
Ain’t no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)
And she Barbie dolled 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) (Boom)
Fivi’ (Fivi’), spazzin’ (Spazzin’)
Two shows (Two shoes), backend (Backend)
Fendi (Fendi), fashion (Fashion)
Uh, fendi fashion (Fendi fashion) (Yeah, look, huh)
I paint your brains on a napkin
I tell my demons to whack him
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 Sleazeall the fees go up (Baow) (What happened?)
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)
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