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Way Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Hym
Length: 2:42
Written by: Kwame Johnson




Hym - Way Up Lyrics
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If I hit a lick wasn't telling nobody like Battles I wanted that black Maserati
Shit can get real in the field like its hockey, so I'm moving in silence
Came up on a crib I'm finessing again I rock the show when they send me the bread
I lost my breath when he told me like 10 I told him F*ck that you gotta go in
Watch who you talk to because karma's your friend, now for the walk thru we charging like 10
From Nap town to Norway this shit going in and we push it from L.A. that's how we gone win
Watch who you keep in your circle these niggas is hungry so watch who you calling yo friend
Touring like Bonnie & Clyde Me & My Girlfriend
And I know they mad at me I took of gradually just know I had to eat and feed my family yeah
We all have problems that's why we gotta have fun only ran from the police never called 911
Now they always showing love sit downs with the Cali Plug
Tell me we ain't going way up now they really book us for the club
Got these problems you know that I'm facing that's why I'm rolling up nigga I'm facing
That's a whole eight that I stuff in a back wood I let her ride if little mama act good
Out in L.A. But I'm not an actor I'm getting money and that's just a factor
You wanna match then homie I'll match ya you wanna race then I'm right past ya
Shorty lets go to the moon they like the flex and how I move
Know I got the juice watch me put that drip on you
Yeah shinning grinding to get what ever I want
Timing paid homage now I'm making a toast
We all have problems that's why we gotta have fun only ran from the police never called 911
Now they always showing love sit downs with the Cali Plug
Tell me we ain't going way up now they really book us for the club
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If I hit a lick wasn't telling nobody like Battles I wanted that black Maserati
Shit can get real in the field like its hockey, so I'm moving in silence
Came up on a crib I'm finessing again I rock the show when they send me the bread
I lost my breath when he told me like 10 I told him F*ck that you gotta go in
Watch who you talk to because karma's your friend, now for the walk thru we charging like 10
From Nap town to Norway this shit going in and we push it from L.A. that's how we gone win
Watch who you keep in your circle these niggas is hungry so watch who you calling yo friend
Touring like Bonnie & Clyde Me & My Girlfriend
And I know they mad at me I took of gradually just know I had to eat and feed my family yeah
We all have problems that's why we gotta have fun only ran from the police never called 911
Now they always showing love sit downs with the Cali Plug
Tell me we ain't going way up now they really book us for the club
Got these problems you know that I'm facing that's why I'm rolling up nigga I'm facing
That's a whole eight that I stuff in a back wood I let her ride if little mama act good
Out in L.A. But I'm not an actor I'm getting money and that's just a factor
You wanna match then homie I'll match ya you wanna race then I'm right past ya
Shorty lets go to the moon they like the flex and how I move
Know I got the juice watch me put that drip on you
Yeah shinning grinding to get what ever I want
Timing paid homage now I'm making a toast
We all have problems that's why we gotta have fun only ran from the police never called 911
Now they always showing love sit downs with the Cali Plug
Tell me we ain't going way up now they really book us for the club
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Writer: Kwame Johnson
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