Juliann Alexander - Nowhere To Go But Up (Produced by Devin Crui$e) | Текст песни

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• Nowhere To Go But Up (Produced by Devin Crui$e)

[Hook]
Ain't nowhere to go but up
In the lobby with a baddie
Ain't nowhere to go but up
Damn you got a fatty, bitch you know whats up
Ain't nowhere to go but up

[Verse 1]
I ain't nothing like them lames you be messing with
Like I'm on a trip, I ain't stressing shit
Bitch I'm hella up, chilling in the cut
Rude nigga attitude, I don't give fuck
Why don't you understand I'm changing who I am
You ain't gotta hate on me, we can all win
Losing ain't a hobby, don't allow yourself
You know it's you can do, don't let them make you dodge yourself
Let them say whatever, I just keep on getting better
Got your shawty popping rosé, dripping on my leather
Let her feel the tongue, now she hella sprung
She always run her mouth, but never back it up

[Bridge]
Why you gotta lie for
You ain't gotta lie, no
He ain't fucking with me, I can tell by how you fucking with me

[Hook]
Ain't nowhere to go but up
In the lobby with a baddie
Ain't nowhere to go but up
Damn you got a fatty, bitch you know whats up
Ain't nowhere to go but up

[Verse 2]
I was at the bottom saw (ain't nowhere to go but up)
I will never sell my soul (ain't nowhere to go but up)
Momma still on Section 8, man that shit wack
Buying packs of fruit snacks with the food stamps
Running through these LA maps, gotta get these racks
Told myself that when I leave, I ain't coming back
I know that's a lie, cuz I love the home
Run up on me and the squad, man I wish you
I ain't an asshole, I'm just sinister
Tired of these waterbugs running through the rug
I need that big money, like Frank Sinatra
Fuck Chef Boyardee, I need Italian Pasta

[Bridge]
Why you gotta lie for
You ain't gotta lie, no
He ain't fucking with me, I can tell by how you fucking with me

[Hook]
Ain't nowhere to go but up
In the lobby with a baddie
Ain't nowhere to go but up
Damn you got a fatty, bitch you know whats up
Ain't nowhere to go but up

[Verse 3]
Don't lie and say you miss me
Cuz you see I'm doing better now
You can't find no one better now
You running 'round naked all through the house
The bullshit I ain't got the time for
Oh you hate me? Popping lying hoe
If you don't fuck with me, you ain't gotta act like you do
I don't really fuck with you just to tell the truth
Ain't nowhere to go but up
I'm living like a king, you living like a peasant
Ain't nowhere to go but up
Super high, I think I see the stairway to heaven

[Bridge]
Why you gotta lie for
You ain't gotta lie, no
He ain't fucking with me, I can tell by how you fucking with me

[Hook]
Ain't nowhere to go but up
In the lobby with a baddie
Ain't nowhere to go but up
Damn you got a fatty, bitch you know whats up
Ain't nowhere to go but up

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