Lirik Lagu 502 Come Up - Bryson Tiller
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Yeah-yeah-eah-eahFor real though, it's so wild nowThis shit crazy yeah
Woke up in the hills this morningAsking myself, how did I get here this morning?Vonte Parker in that teal and orangeAnd Russell in that gold and purpleYoungest from the Ville, importedI used to sit up in my room and ponderFinished school and get a DoctorsI'm twenty-two, I gotta get it nowMan who knew he'd have it figured out?Trapsoul, man, I crack codesCrack cocaine, that's what we putting outThere fuck niggas sayingDon't forget when you was broke, I was looking outAnd some say there's levels to this shitDamn look at all the levels that I skippedFeeling like there's a medal I should getAll these haters getting heavy on my dickLook at my niggas, chasing paperGetting books with my niggasHow the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggasYour two cents ain't working for meAll you niggas sound commercial to me, manI don't like commercial niggasPlease shut the fuck up before I hurt youFuck your feelingsDon't take it personal, it's nothing personalThis a Derby City come up, this a Derby City verticalFirst forty-eight, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on thisLiving in a place folks didn't know existSurprise motherfucker, we up in this bitchI said I'm back and I'm so much betterI'm so, so much betterAnd I won't stop (Louis)I can't stopNot now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Louis slugger with the hitsKnock them out the park then I'm knocking down your bitchI'm watching how you pitchI'm not from Houston, no, I'm not from 'round the sixGot the four series, I should cop the six after the world seriesI just taught the rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitchesAnd how these snakes can harm me with bad businessDamn, fuck out of here niggaIt's very rare for young black men to come up out of here niggaSome will call it luck and some will call me upI ain't heard from you in yearsPlease get the fuck out my ear niggaMy peers get itOnly G-O-D can judge me, fuck the jurisdictionI'm working, ain't got time for thirstingOver how these chicks appear in picturesI'm just painting crystal clear picturesBrushing up on my lyrics niggaI just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with usI guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious
Let's get itThere's not much to sayWoah, I'm from the southsideGod Tiller
Woke up in the hills this morningAsking myself, how did I get here this morning?Vonte Parker in that teal and orangeAnd Russell in that gold and purpleYoungest from the Ville, importedI used to sit up in my room and ponderFinished school and get a DoctorsI'm twenty-two, I gotta get it nowMan who knew he'd have it figured out?Trapsoul, man, I crack codesCrack cocaine, that's what we putting outThere fuck niggas sayingDon't forget when you was broke, I was looking outAnd some say there's levels to this shitDamn look at all the levels that I skippedFeeling like there's a medal I should getAll these haters getting heavy on my dickLook at my niggas, chasing paperGetting books with my niggasHow the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggasYour two cents ain't working for meAll you niggas sound commercial to me, manI don't like commercial niggasPlease shut the fuck up before I hurt youFuck your feelingsDon't take it personal, it's nothing personalThis a Derby City come up, this a Derby City verticalFirst forty-eight, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on thisLiving in a place folks didn't know existSurprise motherfucker, we up in this bitchI said I'm back and I'm so much betterI'm so, so much betterAnd I won't stop (Louis)I can't stopNot now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Louis slugger with the hitsKnock them out the park then I'm knocking down your bitchI'm watching how you pitchI'm not from Houston, no, I'm not from 'round the sixGot the four series, I should cop the six after the world seriesI just taught the rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitchesAnd how these snakes can harm me with bad businessDamn, fuck out of here niggaIt's very rare for young black men to come up out of here niggaSome will call it luck and some will call me upI ain't heard from you in yearsPlease get the fuck out my ear niggaMy peers get itOnly G-O-D can judge me, fuck the jurisdictionI'm working, ain't got time for thirstingOver how these chicks appear in picturesI'm just painting crystal clear picturesBrushing up on my lyrics niggaI just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with usI guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious
Let's get itThere's not much to sayWoah, I'm from the southsideGod Tiller
