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Dap You Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Speaker Knockerz
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Derek McAllister Jr.




Speaker Knockerz - Dap You Up Lyrics
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Rich nigga bankroll (brr, brr-brr)
Just a while ago, I used to wear the same clothes (same clothes)
I can see you f*ck-niggas from all angles (damn)
Skrrt-skrrt, hold up, pull up, take yo' main ho (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
It's me
She gone off the molly, I'm gone off the weed (gone)
I do what I want and I do as I please
And if you don't like it, ho, tell it to these (what? What?)
It's easy
I make no mistakes when I count up the cake
But, boy, if I do, man, I swear it's okay (nah)
'Cause I didn't even do nothin' today (no)
I don't know why you don't like me (no)
'Cause gold round my neck, and I'm icy (gold)
I got a few guns, I shoot 'em for fun
And make them f*ck niggas go nighty (grrah)
Yellow bone, she got the clappers (clappers)
She can't f*ck with you broke bastards (why?)
F*ck all you pussy ass rappers (pussy)
All of you rappers are actors (brrah)
Gone

Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
P-Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up

Got all this ice on my motherf*ckin' watch (condo, condo)
I think he mad 'cause I'm winnin' and he not (you mad?)
You rappers hot, you better thank Mr. Guwop
Go steal his flow, 'cause if you don't yo' shit gon' flop (go)
I'm gettin' money, niggas hatin', so oh well (oh well)
You claim you real but, under pressure, you gon' tell (he gon' tell)
I'm smokin' loud, you can tell by the smell (by the smell)
Just made a juug off my motherf*ckin' cell (iPhone, iPhone)
I'm chasin' the money, not chasin' the fame (no)
I got a foreign bitch, she look like she move cocaine (white)
I skrrt off in the fast lane (skrrt, skrrt)
I race to the cash, I get to it fast, and you f*ck-niggas in last place (yeah)

Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
P-Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
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English

Rich nigga bankroll (brr, brr-brr)
Just a while ago, I used to wear the same clothes (same clothes)
I can see you f*ck-niggas from all angles (damn)
Skrrt-skrrt, hold up, pull up, take yo' main ho (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
It's me
She gone off the molly, I'm gone off the weed (gone)
I do what I want and I do as I please
And if you don't like it, ho, tell it to these (what? What?)
It's easy
I make no mistakes when I count up the cake
But, boy, if I do, man, I swear it's okay (nah)
'Cause I didn't even do nothin' today (no)
I don't know why you don't like me (no)
'Cause gold round my neck, and I'm icy (gold)
I got a few guns, I shoot 'em for fun
And make them f*ck niggas go nighty (grrah)
Yellow bone, she got the clappers (clappers)
She can't f*ck with you broke bastards (why?)
F*ck all you pussy ass rappers (pussy)
All of you rappers are actors (brrah)
Gone

Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
P-Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up

Got all this ice on my motherf*ckin' watch (condo, condo)
I think he mad 'cause I'm winnin' and he not (you mad?)
You rappers hot, you better thank Mr. Guwop
Go steal his flow, 'cause if you don't yo' shit gon' flop (go)
I'm gettin' money, niggas hatin', so oh well (oh well)
You claim you real but, under pressure, you gon' tell (he gon' tell)
I'm smokin' loud, you can tell by the smell (by the smell)
Just made a juug off my motherf*ckin' cell (iPhone, iPhone)
I'm chasin' the money, not chasin' the fame (no)
I got a foreign bitch, she look like she move cocaine (white)
I skrrt off in the fast lane (skrrt, skrrt)
I race to the cash, I get to it fast, and you f*ck-niggas in last place (yeah)

Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
P-Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
Pass me the drink, I pour it up
I'm about to double up my Styrofoam cup
Hoes show me love when they see me in the club
I'm too faded, I can't even dap you up
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Writer: Derek McAllister Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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