Up To Here by Brittany Chrishawn Lyrics
PART 1
I’m up to here!
Gold chain dang-a-lang
Like my rang?
If I hit you in the face I wonder if you’ll like that bling
Bang-bang, that might stain, you might feel a little pain
Get up and clean yourself off, I’m parting ways
I’m up to here!
I’m fed up with everything you’re full of
So don’t come near me ‘less you wanna be rid of
Too bad it has to be this way it’s getting real love
But what is real love
According to us, a mean-mug
I know you ain’t looking at me cause
You’re gonna find out who I be love
I be thugged out
Ready and willing to knock a sucker out
Nobody ever knows how to settle down
Not really sure what all the bitching is about
But let me nip it in the bud bring your mouth here’s a taste, just a sample you can take it pass it ‘round
And make sure everybody knows what I’m about
I’m out
I’m up to here!
PART 2
Making plots
Calling shot
Packing glots for the cops
Do your job, make your guap
Swear to always be on top
Though the mountain never stop
Adversaries watching like – can’t wait to see me drop
But I’m not a bad habit
Like my gold crown of twenty-four carats
And my gold dresser with twenty-five lighters
(yeah, yeah)
From Barcelona, Spain to L.A
Glad the money came after we got betrayed
Never give a coin if a nigga two-faced
Beware of the Joker, niggas that always play
Cause at the end of the day
Is they real, or is they fake
Is it will or is it fate
Can’t say I will participate
I just keep my mind on that empire state
And spread my empire through the entire state
I’m up to here!
I’m up to here!
Gold chain dang-a-lang
Like my rang?
If I hit you in the face I wonder if you’ll like that bling
Bang-bang, that might stain, you might feel a little pain
Get up and clean yourself off, I’m parting ways
I’m up to here!
I’m fed up with everything you’re full of
So don’t come near me ‘less you wanna be rid of
Too bad it has to be this way it’s getting real love
But what is real love
According to us, a mean-mug
I know you ain’t looking at me cause
You’re gonna find out who I be love
I be thugged out
Ready and willing to knock a sucker out
Nobody ever knows how to settle down
Not really sure what all the bitching is about
But let me nip it in the bud bring your mouth here’s a taste, just a sample you can take it pass it ‘round
And make sure everybody knows what I’m about
I’m out
I’m up to here!
PART 2
Making plots
Calling shot
Packing glots for the cops
Do your job, make your guap
Swear to always be on top
Though the mountain never stop
Adversaries watching like – can’t wait to see me drop
But I’m not a bad habit
Like my gold crown of twenty-four carats
And my gold dresser with twenty-five lighters
(yeah, yeah)
From Barcelona, Spain to L.A
Glad the money came after we got betrayed
Never give a coin if a nigga two-faced
Beware of the Joker, niggas that always play
Cause at the end of the day
Is they real, or is they fake
Is it will or is it fate
Can’t say I will participate
I just keep my mind on that empire state
And spread my empire through the entire state
I’m up to here!