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lirik lagu re-up gang - monopoly

[intro: pusha-t]
uh-huh

[hook: pusha-t]
r-e, u-p-g, a-n-g
one plus three, the four we be
white to beige
sh-t, we lost them souls the lord save
monopolize these corners
we own ’em like board games

[verse 1: ab-liva]
it’s the allure of the grind, n-gga, i love crime
bentley arnage with the cuts well [?]
when you ain’t got sh-t (man…), f-ck the world
you got chips, you can f-ck the next man’s girl
harsh, but they been ripped apart my world
so i shall cook crack, so i hurl
three-quarter lamb-skin n-gga, so i shearl
up on them five-spoke chrome things, so i twirl
haters they earl, they nauseous, lookin’ like i’m godsent
cream accents over that pearl white parchment
interior blindin’, floor mats ostrich
scream havoc away, that’s a constant (n-gga)
i’m that knot that you flash when you buyin’ the bar
i’m the pistol when n-ggas run for they car
i’m the bullet that travel through the barrel
pierce you like an arrow
see your soul, flyin’ with the sparrows

[verse 2: pusha-t]
been hearin’ all the lies about your tires
chrome rims and wires
and all them neighborhoods you supplyin’
tryna get the og to buy it
i was out cancun, vacationin’, tryna get inspired
second time around, they say the third’s the charm
but listen, we the re-up gang, we ain’t the norm
four rap n-ggas with a dope dealer swagger
but can you call it swagger if you still really bag up?
i think not, the gl-ss stove with the gray pot
mason jar, quarter contents of the ziplocs
small-minded n-ggas think i’m readying the rock
but in reality, i’m just cookin’ a droptop
or gettin’ my wrist right, or makin’ my neck heavy
or keepin’ my b-tch tight, she love steppin’ in giuseppes
sinati[?] flashes, the 600 hashes
twiddlin’ our thumbs on that la-di-da sh-t

[verse 3: sandman]
swervin’ with my pinky, on my lap’s the steel
mac-10 matchin’ the carriage whippin’ the wheel
all my diamonds vs, resembling ‘cris
hypnotizing ya b-tch, you yellow-bellied in p-ss
them, pelle pelles i switch, more b-tter than in what i pitch
hoes love it, i sm-t ’em quick, then make ’em nut till they sick
let ’em wipe off my d-ck, pull my d-ckies up
then i rub ’em on they belly ’cause they sh-t beat up, ya dig?
that’s how i do you n-ggas b-tches every day
smooth, i’m fly, sh-tting on you in every way
cover my crotch, holding my glock, waitin’ to pop (blaow!)
huh, you playin’ gorilla, then you ready to die
i’ma still shine on
big yellow bell, more squares than an ear of corn
f-ck tattoos, i make real tears form
blood pools through when that hk drawn
shots splatter the block, now dae-dae’s drawn
swats run on the block, but dae-dae’s gone

[verse 4: malice]
ya’ll n-ggas rhyme? you’re lyin’ to me
get a good look what you aspirin’ to be
i see you got drive, consign him a key
whoever got flow, then you sign him to re-
up gang n-ggas, sold a million plus
and still i’m in the kitchen like i’m wolfgang puck
d-mn shame, ain’t it? yeah, my love’s tainted
for the game, so forgive me if i seem a bit jaded
i ain’t up on the latest in hip-hop news
i’m more concerned with my tick-tock shoes
don’t get it confused, we here to take aim
it’s the tale of two brothers like frank and jesse james
ab play the role of the sundance kid
f-ckin’ with the re-up, you might not live
and sandbutch c-ssidy, finger on the trig
y’all n-ggas live from us, like them b-tches from the rib

[hook: pusha-t]
r-e, u-p-g, a-n-g
one plus three, the four we be
white to beige
sh-t, we lost them souls the lord save
monopolize these corners
we own ’em like board games

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