What Up Lyrics Pimp C Ft Drake And Bun-B
Title: What Up Lyrics
Artist: Pimp C Ft Drake And Bun-B Lyrics
These are What Up Lyrics Pimp C Ft Drake And Bun-B
[Drake]
High rollers whats up
Drink Houston whats up
Onyx what’s up
you does it baby you does it baby
harlem nights what’s up
treasures what’s up
legends what’s up
just love me baby just love me baby
yeeeeeah
to all my Houston Texas country muffins
baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin
and after that I’mma throw that f-cking young money up
and we can both watch and fall like it’s bungee jumping
man I’m so high, next time we wont smoke all of that ounce you buy
oooh, I almost forgot to blow them candles out
cause I don’t really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire
goodnight, I’m still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I’m bout to drink it way down
what up Bun my n-gga
man you know we stay down
and I’m an honoray resident in UGK town
I’m on my way
yeah Im on my way
I never give a f-ck about what any n-gga say
the music all slow and the b-tches all pretty
me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing
[Drake Chorus]
what up, what up
H Town in this b-tch
what up, what up
me and Pimp about to do it for the city
what up, what up
what up, what up
[Pimp C]
Money by the Ton
Bricks from Crumbs
millionnaire from nothing
mind on hustlin
p-ssy’s a commodity but d-ck sell better
em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater
paint that got wetter than it was in 94
the drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled
96 Impala with the stick on the floor
Now its Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors
light wood n-gga Polo f-ck Hilfiger
Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs
young hard n-gga, underdog n-gga
Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati)
yellow diamonds on my finger
playing in the car
my d-ck wanna f-ck but my pockets say stop
(?)
I need some more dough I’ma PIMP for sure
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Well its the Trill OG
I got the neighbourhood soul
kush is dead Im getting blowed
riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low
Chrome grill in front of it
belts on the back of it, my homie shoes running it
and shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover
don’t care what anybody say long as the King love her
wish I could tell her that I dont but it would kill her
I just keep on gripping grains dripping stains
being trilla aint another brother realer
blowing thousand dollar killer
with the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila
bout to snow up in my city
so let me put on my chincilla
in the ‘rari doing donuts like my name was J Dilla
all about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cellar
your girl up in the second automatics for the fella’s
you see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us
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[Chorus]
Lyrics Pimp C Ft Drake – What Up Lyrics
