Lay Up (Letra)

Future

Hip Hop / Rap

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I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I passed her off like a lay up
I tripled my cups like an addict
She come through late night on them Xannies
Don’t tell me you back in that action
Don’t tell me you back in that action

I get that mouth on the regular
I get more lip than a cellular
I fuck that pussy on the regular
She take them Xans on the regular
I’m not so average, unregular
I don’t do shit if it’s regular
I jump out the whip, it ain’t regular
I’m flippin’ the script, it ain’t regular
I’m not just a local pedestrian
I get that work from the Mexicans
I ride with my niggas like Mexicans
I sell them keys on the regular
I push start the car, it ain’t regular
My watch and my chain ain’t regular
I smash on your broad on the regular
She let me menage on the regular

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I passed her off like a lay up
I tripled my cups like an addict
She come through late night on them Xannies
Don’t tell me you back in that action
Don’t tell me you back in that action

I’m back on them Xannies
I’m back in that action, I’m back in that action
I’m back with that double cup, now I done tripled up
Bag is Chanel and her bag cost a bale
I spend that money on the regular
I blow them racks on the regular
I won’t hit that blunt if it’s regular
I got that mouth, it was regular
Smokin’ on kush like it’s regular
Drivin’ a whip like it’s regular
200 a zip in this Actavis
I keep that Planet of the Ape on me
Add some more shine in the face, homie
Quadruple the clarity, yay, yay
I got that bitch on that dope dick
She said she cummin’ like yeah, yeah

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I passed her off like a lay up
I tripled my cups like an addict
She come through late night on them Xannies
Don’t tell me you back in that action
Don’t tell me you back in that action

Don’t tell me you back in that action
Don’t tell me you back on them Xannies
Let’s pop up some Vicodin
They said we were dead broke, nigga
Only God can judge us
Take a bar and I love it
On a bar and I love it
I want that money for sure, shawty
I go to work on a pink toe
She go to work at a Pink Pony
She came down the ceiling, no clothes on
I hit her hood with them clothes on me
A gram of that good have your nose runnin’
I fucked her so good, had her nose runnin’
It’s cold in the hood like a nose runnin’
I put her flat on her back, yeah

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I passed her off like a lay up
I tripled my cups like an addict
She come through late night on them Xannies
Don’t tell me you back in that action
Don’t tell me you back in that action

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Lay Up (Letra)

Meek Mill Part. Wale, Rick Ross e Trey Songz

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[Verse 1 – Meek Mill]
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda
Money comin’ in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna

[Bridge – Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up

[Verse 1 Continued – Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I’d rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark
Cuz she was fuckin’ me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She ???, young boy get paper
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish

[Hook – Trey Songz]
She know it’s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don’t miss (don’t miss), I don’t miss (don’t miss)
I don’t miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
Sittin’ back with this paper fallin’ in my lap
Feelin’ isolated nothin’ but them hundred stacks
When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust
Every night a different woman, fuck your money up
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up
Since I met her she can’t keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I’mma kill that pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin’ infinity pools
V12’s ain’t a thang, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Wale]
Homie picture me rollin’, all them bitches be on me
They be fishin’ for compliments, I’m just fishin’ off Boca
Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
So much over these ??? should have been on a poster
Infatuated to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes
When it come to showin’, I am working with totem pole
That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote
The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta

[Hook]

[Verse 4 – Trey Songz]
From the night to the morn’, yeah she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
Lay up, lay up
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
Lay up