We Go Up Lyrics
[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
New York, stand the f*ck up! (Yeah)
You know what's goin' on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
Touch my crown again, bitch, these jealous ass niggas
It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga
Baow, grr
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, this week, 'Rari ('Rari), next week, Lambo (Lambo)
Bitch, I'm fly (Fly), I don't land though (Land though)
This they funeral (Funeral), start the service (Service)
Say my name, make 'em nervous
Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure (I give them pressure)
Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper (Pass me the peppеr)
Uh, you bitches be jacking me likе the Ripper (Like the Ripper)
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to flipper (Water to flipper)
Uh, I know they teabagging, bitches is testy
Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy
Let's see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
And that is what gets me
This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all (Shit is just new to y'all)
I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star (Upon a shooting star)
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce (Final coup de grâce)
Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Ooh)
I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up)
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (Grow up)
'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch (Bitch)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' in Brix, so pull up with the blicks (Blicks)
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the knicks (Ayo)
That ain't Fivio Foreign, it's Barbie new foreign, bitch
These Nike, it ain't Reebok
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We back on that Ewok
Percocets got a detox
Firearms gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
Bitches imitate, please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop
First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)
Fendi bag or that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock (Peacock)
Weak niggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop (No treetop)
He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"
I could be all the way covered and still givin' sexy
I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilsepsy
I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi
Let's see
How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me?
