Nipsey Hussle - Double Up Ft. Belly & Dom Kennedy - Kogonuso

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Apr 11, 2019

Nipsey Hussle - Double Up Ft. Belly & Dom Kennedy

Double up, three or four times I ain't tellin' no lies
I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us
Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just

I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
5, 4, 3-2 let's talk, I got
To you, that money
My dreams, come true
My life, in diamonds
Who knew
Who knew
Who knew
Turn 7 to a 14
14 to a whole thing
Lord knows its a cold game
Switched up on you hoes mayne
Big body take both lanes
Backseat blowin' propane
All black, five gold chains
Young rich nigga bossed up on his own mayne
My new shit sound like it's Soul Train
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
RSC we fosho bang
Tiny locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game
Was you born in the 80s
Did your mama smoke cocaine
Have you ever seen a whole thang
What you drove through to the streets
'Cause you grew up on short change
Fucked up when the dope age
It remind me when these rappers drop duds and they clothes change
Had the part wit the low fade
I would stand in front of Nick's wit my sack for the whole day
Drive by's that was road rage
Then we park and hop out
Learn levels to this whole thang
Old skool play the O'Jays
Tryna make a slow change
Mama still slavin' for a low wage
Tryna double up, three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies
I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us
Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
5, 4, 3-2, let's talk, I got
To you, that money
My dreams, come true
My life, in diamonds
Who knew
Who knew
Who knew
I leave it behind if you let me
I run and got drown just to hold you down
I jump off the ledge if you with me
I break you up, you just let me down
Let me down
This my All Money In, take two
Let me down
It's hard to catch what you can't see
I grew up to be who I wanna be
So, the more niggas talk I'ma shine
Might of been way before its time
Posted wit my back against the wall
Life is a bitch but she mine
The rag six deuce yeah it's mine
The westside too, yeah it's mine
What you know about
Your poster on the wall at the dealership
Leave her in the bed, legs tremblin'
Gettin' banged on for your Pendleton's
What you know about
Your response be the reason you exist
Lucky I ain't get caught up in the twist
Young nigga blue pager on my hip so
As the champagne spill
And the car accelerate
And the beat gon' cry
I be goin' to the bank at least three, four times
Get handshakes from the branch managers
We keep doin' fly shit when the camera's cut
Double up, three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies
I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us
Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
I ain't tellin no lies, I just
5, 4, 3-2, let's talk, I got
To you, that money
My dreams, come true
My life, in diamonds
Who knew
Who knew
Who knew
I leave it behind if you let me
I run and got drown just to hold you down
I jump off the ledge if you with me
I break you up, you just let me down
Let me down
Let me down

Songwriters: Ahmad Balshe / Alexander Chigbue / Axel Morgan / Dominic Hunn / Ermias Asghedom / Teddy Walton

Double Up lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
 

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