Goin' Up

I'm TR Col3 and I come from the hood
I gotta go up and I know for sure that
You want me to go up now
What the fuck you talk bout
I want no bitches in the house
I really got too many bpm
Rules I don't really care
My girl sweet m&ms (THREE)
I don't play your fuckin games
Your bitch got no pretty face
You got no fuckin' taste baby

I'm goin' up now a a ayyy (A3 A3 A3) I'm goin' up now (A3 A3 A3)
I'm goin' up now a a ayyy ya (A3 A3 A3)

No I don't fuckin' care I wanted to go there
Now look where I am, I've never been a saint ye ye ye
Shawthy called me she wanted the moon
I bought her the universe then she was confused
I have to go up 'cause I'm already high
Smokin' like Marley then I had some wine
You got the Gucci wow, but bou're just a clown
I'm goin' up bro you stay down

I'm TR Col3 and I come from the hood
I gotta go up and I know for sure that (A3)
You want me to go up now
What the fuck you talk bout
I want no bitches in the house
I really got too many bpm
Rules I don't really care
My girl sweet m&ms
I don't play your fuckin' games
Your bitch got no pretty face
You got no fuckin' taste baby

(LISTEN UP!)
You want dolce&gabbana
Go and beg your moma (HOE)
You're like Hannah Montana
You are no G if you got a red bandana
I want no bitches
I want no hoes
I want things you don't even know
No I never did the snow (ICE)
Too many bad habits tho
I don't trust you bitch no
I don't talk to you no more (STUP UP)
On my heart i got hole
And I still want some more
Cause my name is TR Col3
Im determined and I do no turn 'cause

(A3!)
I'm TR Col3 and I come from the hood
I gotta go up and I know for sure that
You want me to go up now
What the fuck u talk bout
I want no bitches in the house
I really got too many bpm
Rules I don't really care
My girl sweet m&ms (THREE)
I don't play your fuckin' games
Your bitch got no pretty face
You got no fuckin' taste baby

I'm goin' up now a a ayyy I'm goin' up now
I'm goin' up now a a ayyy ya



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Writer(s): Alessandro Vittorio Turco
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