Listen to Way Up (feat. King Maya & Dj) by Black-T1

Way Up (feat. King Maya & Dj)

Black-T1

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilfred King maya Dj
Wilfred King maya Dj
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey yo black-t hah hah hah They wont like u Mann King maya right on the mic Now hit it Now we're living Way up! Way Way up! way Way up Now we're living Way up! Way Way up! Way Way up! If u got that beat Beat of heart If u bout that life U better live it up Living up right U better live it up Living up now U better live it up Mama don't cry I'm gonna wipe ur tear I hear bout a million I never gotten too near I've been running never stop It's race against the clock I'm the proof asking my pop Let me print to you give facts Black-t far from wack Madea go get my glock U're at the scene there's no action I'm the first u come in second Asking why bout question If they mad don't pay attention In movie bring a popcorn FBI wanna know where I'm living now If u got that beat Beat of heart If u bout that life U better live it up Living up right U better live it up Living up now U better live it up Now we're living Way up! Way Way up! way Way up Now we're living Way up! Way Way up! Way Way up! Let's take off lika rocket, my money on the market I gotta couple bands but my college funds dropping Man fuck a damn degree I can get what you ain't coppin Put yo money where yo mouth is cuz yo jaw steady dropping Aye Karma in the motion body bags in the ocean Aye what's the damn commotion, SOG be yo devotion, yeah All my niggas winning all it took was motivation Now we flying to the top eliminating all the stressinnng 9-5 a bitch, repetition YoungJayy still finessing all the paper, on a mission But than you see a side of me That you might try to lie to me, cuz Kindness could be weak to me, and Haters think they win you see They don't realize they notice me Money keep coming fast you see and All I need is God with me He grant me all my blessing needs Time to make a stop to the nonsense They calling us a nigga with no conscious, money in the sky on some mob shit If u got that beat Beat of heart If u bout that life U better live it up Living up right U better live it up Living up now U better live it up Now we're living Way up! Way Way up! way Way up Now we're living Way up! Way Way up! Way Way up! Miami City I feel your heart beach Dj rell Bring the beat back We got them 6 pack IPhone like jet black Carol city I love u baby Green like gardens Jump like Jordan U ain't know Ask anybody Olympic champion Does it ring bell Ask Michael Phelps Miss Hollywood Or tiger woods Get ur camp on We caught ran dear We hit the jackpot We hit the jackpot
Writer(s): Wilfred Dj Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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