Ali Sheik - Give It Up

Yep..
We don't give a fuck...
Come on give it up...
Cause we don't give a fuck baby yea...
So come on give it up
In the front on the stoop playing
Cee-Lo
The hell if we know
We making all these C-notes
Loud pack smoking like a G tho
Hit that... A nigga bout re-roll
Why they hating on you
Why they hating on me
I'm bout to reload
Bout to catch a repo
Shorty bad with the see through
I gotta meet you
Queen you can be my equal
Let me show you how I give it up
live it up
New and I upgrade
Ya better call ya people
We getting lit
We gone get right tonight
Cause my grind is tight
Money making habits
I'm Still flossing karats
Singing to the masses
I be the master
Love happiness for the after
My lady a new chapter
Honored classes show em how
stack it
Quality garments and charms
Asura fashion
This life is for the passion of trapping
Yep..
We don't give a fuck...
Come on give it up...
Cause we don't give a fuck baby yea...
So come on give it up
We don't give a fuck...
Come on give it up...
Cause we don't give a fuck baby yea...
You know they slow
Haters try to keep up
Johnny million records
Know we keep the heat tuck
Cruising the block
While I Tare the streets up
Making this music
Caking in the big bucks
They know that I do this
Celebrate for the strip
Millionaires in the making
Shorty counting the bricks
How much we made from the flip
Like we double the storms
God mode
Hustle hard
Its the give it up rule
Reward diamonds and jewels
So we jamming these tunes
The boss making them moves.
Yep..
We don't give a fuck...
Come on give it up...
Cause we don't give a fuck baby yea...
So come on give it up

Written by:
Ali Sheik

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Lyrics © JOHNNY MILLION PUBLISHING

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