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Tre DaVonchi - Way Up Lyrics



Tre DaVonchi - Way Up Lyrics
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Yeah, TDVC
Mm, MmMm
Aye, MmMm
Yeah, Ughh
'Member all them nights
A nigga used to stay up
Prayin' for upper echelon, Balenciaga
Yeah, yeah
Now my bitch so f*ckin' sexy
She don't need makeup
Had to climb my way up, nigga
Now I'm way up, way up, way up
F*ck what you think, yeah
Now that I got it, I keep it
This shit can be gone in a blink, yeah
All about my business
I gotta save all my receipts, yeah
Force field for these niggas'
I know they gon' crease, yeah
Nigga, believe it
Aye
I don't know if my time piece right
That shit so cold, contagious
Isleys', right
I's broke down bad until I realized
I'm gifted like under them pine trees
Right, let a nigga play around
We gon' slide
She my Bonnie in her bonnet
I'm her Clyde when I'm bummin'
Need a mill, tummy rumblin'
She was down for the come up
That's my baby, damn I love her
I don't pull out when I'm cummin'
Nah
Most of these niggas
Don't know the real
I got beans on yo mans, he gon' spill
Make that nigga disappear
Copperfield, where my ice
I just got a chill while I'm relaxin'
Remember callin' Martin
Now I'm in a Aston
And all my old hos' like
Hey, big head, where yo ass been
Ooo, and now I'm all over the atlas
My bitches speak with accents, yeah
'Member all them nights
A nigga used to stay up
Prayin' for upper echelon, Balenciaga
Yeah, yeah
Now my bitch so f*ckin' sexy
She don't need makeup
Had to climb my way up, nigga
Now I'm way up, way up, way up
F*ck what you think, yeah
Now that I got it, I keep it
This shit can be gone in a blink, yeah
All about my business
I gotta save all my receipts, yeah
Force field for these niggas'
I know they gon' crease, yeah
Nigga, believe it
Had to cut a couple pussy niggas off
Cuz they ops
Middle finger out the window
Screamin' f*ck the Jacobs
I can't f*ck around with these hos'
They want that clout off me
Soon as I got my foot in the door
They had it out for me
Realer recognize the realer
I'm a gorilla, I be goin ape shit, uh
Been a minute since I seen my pillow
Been a minute since I seen my siblings
And they know that I love em'
With all of my heart, aye
They was here from the start, uh
So I gotta play my part, yeah
Niggas' pocket watchin'
They got x-rays in they eyelids
Came in with the stick on us
They ain't say nothin' bout it, uh
You ain't real enough, I don't believe
When I branched off
I got money trees
'Member all them nights
A nigga used to stay up
Prayin' for upper echelon, Balenciaga
Yeah, yeah
Now my bitch so f*ckin' sexy
She don't need makeup
Had to climb my way up, nigga
Now I'm way up, way up, way up
F*ck what you think, yeah
Now that I got it, I keep it
This shit can be gone in a blink, yeah
All about my business
I gotta save all my receipts, yeah
Force field for these niggas'
I know they gon' crease, yeah
Nigga, believe it
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Yeah, TDVC
Mm, MmMm
Aye, MmMm
Yeah, Ughh
'Member all them nights
A nigga used to stay up
Prayin' for upper echelon, Balenciaga
Yeah, yeah
Now my bitch so f*ckin' sexy
She don't need makeup
Had to climb my way up, nigga
Now I'm way up, way up, way up
F*ck what you think, yeah
Now that I got it, I keep it
This shit can be gone in a blink, yeah
All about my business
I gotta save all my receipts, yeah
Force field for these niggas'
I know they gon' crease, yeah
Nigga, believe it
Aye
I don't know if my time piece right
That shit so cold, contagious
Isleys', right
I's broke down bad until I realized
I'm gifted like under them pine trees
Right, let a nigga play around
We gon' slide
She my Bonnie in her bonnet
I'm her Clyde when I'm bummin'
Need a mill, tummy rumblin'
She was down for the come up
That's my baby, damn I love her
I don't pull out when I'm cummin'
Nah
Most of these niggas
Don't know the real
I got beans on yo mans, he gon' spill
Make that nigga disappear
Copperfield, where my ice
I just got a chill while I'm relaxin'
Remember callin' Martin
Now I'm in a Aston
And all my old hos' like
Hey, big head, where yo ass been
Ooo, and now I'm all over the atlas
My bitches speak with accents, yeah
'Member all them nights
A nigga used to stay up
Prayin' for upper echelon, Balenciaga
Yeah, yeah
Now my bitch so f*ckin' sexy
She don't need makeup
Had to climb my way up, nigga
Now I'm way up, way up, way up
F*ck what you think, yeah
Now that I got it, I keep it
This shit can be gone in a blink, yeah
All about my business
I gotta save all my receipts, yeah
Force field for these niggas'
I know they gon' crease, yeah
Nigga, believe it
Had to cut a couple pussy niggas off
Cuz they ops
Middle finger out the window
Screamin' f*ck the Jacobs
I can't f*ck around with these hos'
They want that clout off me
Soon as I got my foot in the door
They had it out for me
Realer recognize the realer
I'm a gorilla, I be goin ape shit, uh
Been a minute since I seen my pillow
Been a minute since I seen my siblings
And they know that I love em'
With all of my heart, aye
They was here from the start, uh
So I gotta play my part, yeah
Niggas' pocket watchin'
They got x-rays in they eyelids
Came in with the stick on us
They ain't say nothin' bout it, uh
You ain't real enough, I don't believe
When I branched off
I got money trees
'Member all them nights
A nigga used to stay up
Prayin' for upper echelon, Balenciaga
Yeah, yeah
Now my bitch so f*ckin' sexy
She don't need makeup
Had to climb my way up, nigga
Now I'm way up, way up, way up
F*ck what you think, yeah
Now that I got it, I keep it
This shit can be gone in a blink, yeah
All about my business
I gotta save all my receipts, yeah
Force field for these niggas'
I know they gon' crease, yeah
Nigga, believe it
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Writer: Trevion Chisolm
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