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88glam – sun is up testo

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[intro]
(youngboybrown on my kid)
i’m running it up [?]
yeah+yeah

[chorus]
time to go run it up
a couple of packs they came in and i’m mailing ’em out
ain’t no time to be f+cking up
i put on a shirt then i put on my pants [?]
fifty k ‘fore the sun is up
p+ssy+ass n+ggas, they talking that f+cksh+t
i’m taking it and numbing all of my problems
the pain that i’m feeling, it feel like you lost me

[verse 1]
i’m making it rain like i’m [?]
the opps is outside and they looking like targets
i’m taking my time but i ain’t on my humble
earned me these stripes while i moved through the jungle
and the engine he’s driving, that sh+t sound like thunder
and [?] for my mama
and the first case i caught, i went down with a llama
that summer was hot, that sh+t felt like a sauna
my ex wanna come back for [?]
soon as we f+ck, she get hit with a block
ice on my neck, on my wrist is a watch
bustin’ it down but i need me the star
calling up thomas to sit down and plot
time is of essence, i’m stirring the sauce
rick owens my t+shirt, my slippers, and socks
the money is calling, i can’t take a loss
everything hit when it drop like a meteor
once i tasted that fame, i got greedy, yeah
at the top all alone, never needed them
and i’m wearing some sh+t they ain’t seen before
came from the trenches, got family, i’m feeding them
same with my brothers, that plate, i’ma eat with them
remember who was and who wasn’t, don’t speak to ’em
they wasn’t solid so why would i meet with them?
[chorus]
time to go run it up
a couple of packs they came in and i’m mailing ’em out
ain’t no time to be f+cking up
i put on a shirt then i put on my pants [?]
fifty k ‘fore the sun is up
p+ssy+ass n+ggas, they talking that f+cksh+t
i’m taking it and numbing all of my problems
the pain that i’m feeling, it feel like you lost me

[verse 2]
whenever i do it, i make it look easy
i spin on his block like i’m ready a cd
starving the fans now i know that they need me
the pain that i’m feeling, you wouldn’t believe me
’cause that morning i woke up and turned on my tv
i got bread on his head, know my shooters ain’t sleeping
back in the trap and i’m posted with demons
they cooking up rock that was harder than cement
praying the rats ain’t involved, they ain’t telling
knowing i traveled the globe as a felon
i f+ck on his b+tch when she get in her feelings
i got me the sauce, anybody can smell it
on top of that, none of my foreigns is rented
putting these bands on her [?]
taking these trips, i could pay with my debit
swiping a patek, could pay with my credit (yeah)
[chorus]
time to go run it up
a couple of packs they came in and i’m mailing ’em out
ain’t no time to be f+cking up
i put on a shirt then i put on my pants [?]
fifty k ‘fore the sun is up
p+ssy+ass n+ggas, they talking that f+cksh+t
i’m taking it and numbing all of my problems
the pain that i’m feeling, it feel like you lost me

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