Nicki Minaj – “We Go Up” Lyrics

“We Go Up” Lyrics By Nicki Minaj (feat. Fivio Foreign)

Aye, yo
This week, Rari
Next week, Lambo
b!tch, I’m fly
I don’t land though
This they funeral
Start the service
Say my name
Make ’em nervous
Uh, these b!tches is salty, I give them pressure
Uh, these b!tches is salty, pass me the pepper
Uh, these b!tches be jacking me like the ripper
Uh, I am a hustler, I could sell water to Flipper
Uh, I know they t-bagging, b!tches is testy
Get you a vacuum, b!tches is messy
Let’s see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me
This sh!t ain’t new to me, sh!t is just new to y’all
I wish a b!tch would upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce
Look up! We shooting stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
b!tches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b!tches bums when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a b!tch would spin, I’m like, please show up
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap H0e up
You keep talking ’bout a b!tch for the streets, grow up
‘Cause you the type to say that sh!t and knock a freak H0e up
Uhh

I’m ’bout to make you regret you chose me as a enemy, b!tch
Southside Jamaica, we mobbing them bricks, so pull up with them blicks
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don’t play with the Knicks
That ain’t Fivio Foreign, that’s Barbie new foreign, b!tch
These, nah, that ain’t Reebok
We back on that ewok
Percocets gotta detox
Firearms gon’ get restocked
Shooters hitting that G-spot
b!tches imitate, please stop
s*ck his d!ck like a freeze pop
First he gotta give me top
Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag
More colorful than a peacock
Weak n!gga* gotta get the boot
Gotta get the boot with no treetop

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He was like “Who dat? She bad” I was like, “Oh, dats BESTIE”
I could be all the way covered, it’s still giving s*xY
I know they sleeping on me, b!tches got epilepsy
I don’t do coke, little b!tch, I don’t even do Pepsi
Let’s see
How you don’t like me but tryna do everything like me?
That is what gets me!

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
b!tches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b!tches bums when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a b!tch would spin, I’m like, please show up
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap H0e up
You keep talking ’bout a b!tch for the streets, grow up
‘Cause you the type to say that sh!t and knock a freak H0e up

Go on a Drill and I make it look good to you
I tell my shooter to bully you (I tell my shooter to bully you)
Yeah, that n!gga gon’ kill you as soon as I look at you
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn’t do
Yeah, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof
I’m with a baddie, she love the aggression
I’m with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I’m showing ’em growth and I’m teaching ’em lessons
I watch how I’m moving ’cause I’m the investment
f*ck her all night and I go and get breakfast
I don’t do paperwork or confessions
I don’t do internet shows or texting
Shoot up the party, that’s sending a message
Them n!gga* started us (Them n!gga* started us)
The bulletproof is like a guarded truck
Ain’t no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me and she Barbied up
If we see ’em, we shooting the party up
We ain’t squashing, so don’t try to sorry us
I got rich friends and they be Rari’d up
If they want to, they shooting the Garvey Up

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Fivi spazzing, two shows backend
Fendi Fashion, Fendi, yeah
I put your brains on a napkin, I tell my demons to wack ’em
My n!gga died, then that n!gga died
Look, I don’t even know how it happen

Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up
b!tches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
Bums when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a b!tch would spin, I’m like, please show up
When they come to Queens seas, all the fees go up
I said we out, you can’t breeze with us
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it’s us