FLO RIDA

FLO RIDA - We Came Up lyrics

rate me

We got them diamonds straight glossy now we know how to shine

We got them hits steady rocking, yeah the radio's mine

We got them magazine covers read the article line

We got the whole club poppin cause we stay on our grind

See we done came up

(So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper?

We gone do it again

Yeah, see we done came up

(Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? Hey!

Hey, now if it's on, then it's on

I'm poppin like perion, congratulations to haters I'm rocking like the Ramons

The topic of every song, got paper like paper like Eddie Long

Try to put down in my set, you get the <i>[?]</i>

I never would have made it if the bucket never fell

Cause there's rap headquarters in the ghetto everywhere

Turned nothing into something, then I do a hell yeah

And some sykes to nikes, gucci one-hundred pair

<i>[?]</i> on my label Josephine Baker that <i>[?]</i>

You can be greater too if the jealous take off the veil

Sippin on lady be good might convince me to go to jail

Elevated my loot up in Africa with Chapel

I used to be the joke of conversation in the past, but now they congratulate me

But now they get a dose of <i>[?]</i> poppin the <i>[?]</i>

The hood crowd, I hope now it's styrofoam in the glass

I can see it my eyes, these Bitches is really mad

See we done came up

(So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper?

We gone do it again, Hey!

See we done came up, Hey!

(Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yea!

Uh! The hood ain't been the same since the Old G's died.

Some locked away doing life

Me as young nigga, I'm gettin me

BPs and boulders gone help me shine

It's been hot around the way, niggas ain't got discipline

Swear to God, it's the world that we're living in, Nigga

Bullshit niggas cross the head

Gotta bring the work in, then want more bread

You feel me!

Let the truth be told

Remember when I used to pay 5 flat for a <i>[?]</i>

The first day double up in an hour

Work like a fiend, damn <i>[?]</i>

<i>[?]</i>

<i>[?]</i> was the shoes

My watch was a Guess

Cool water cologne, smell so fresh

The Cuban lint layin on my chest, ya feel me?!

See we done came up (Ohhh)

(So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? (On our paper!)

We gone do it again

See we done came up (came up!)

(Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yea!

Yea, we gettin money

My dog came and snatched a bird from me

My old lady caught me cheatin on her with her with her friend

Starting going on, you ain't go no ends

You must be hater you ain't got no life

I know ain't a soldier you ain't go stripes

Something going on, what it is Briscoe?!

I tell em <i>[Bit**es]</i> that I'm touchin nosey ass <i>[?]</i>

Just know that, ya boy one-hundred

I had to show my lil whoday how to cut a hundred

Open like a girl, straight like that

Hit me with a spoon, bring that back

Bring that dope, I bring that hood

I bring that good, you bring the wood

Something going on, I'm going on right now

Them poor boys <i>[?]</i>

(Ohh) See we done came up (came up, yeaah!)

(So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? (Why?)

We gone do it again, Hey!

See we done came up, (again and again)

(Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on the paper? (Yea! Know how to shine, yeah! and the radio's mine!)

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