Come Up Lyrics - California Republic - Game

[Chorus 1 x2: Drake] 

You tryin to come up, I am the come up 

I be standin right here when the sun up 

You gettin done up if you niggaz try and run up 

You livin good, go on 'head, throw your one up 

[Chorus 2: Drake] 

And scream out bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow 

Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? 

I'm like bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow 

Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? 

It go bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow 

Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? 

I'm like bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow 

Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? 

[The Game:] 

My nigga Funeral Fad told me back in oh-three 

Rap ain't nuttin but cash money bitches, foreign cars and trees 

Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks 

And I know I promised my niggaz I'd never leave the block; but 

Shit changes - I done been through six Ranges 

Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingers 

Throwin bullets on par with the accuracy 

Hit your whole faculty, like ain't nobody jackin me 

Before you do, you be layin in a box 

While Ja (da) "Kiss That Ass Goodbye" {MUAH} L.O.X. 

First shot leave them niggaz in shock 

That second shot, that's when that body drop (you heard me?) 

And niggaz still askin 'bout "Detox" 

I'll tell you if you tell me who killed 'Pac; aight then~! 

I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson 

The way he's stickin and movin the knife, Floyd might win 

[Chorus 1] 

[Chorus 2] 

[Lifestyle:] 

Yeah, uhh 

Testarossas, keep an extra toaster 

It's Hub City finest, they respect the mostest 

My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do that 

Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that 

I'm in Toronto, DeMar got a condo 

Sittin courtsides with Drake, Hector and Rondo 

Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck with that 

Dick too big like my lifestyle, you fuck with that? 

Poppin champagne, we do the damn thing 

Standin on the couch, it's money Game, that's the campaign 

Big in my pocket, Obama on my wrist 

At the Ronald Reagan Airport, yeah, I'm on my shit 

Louis Vuitton luggage peanut butter with the red wheels 

Started when the "RED" album dropped, I'm gettin head still 

In the club, lookin past you niggaz 

These bitches gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask them niggaz 

[Chorus 1] 

[Chorus 2] 

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