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I seen that you tryna to get away You go way up, you go way up I see that you tryna get away And go way up, and go way up I know that you're tryna to get away, away Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up I know you tryna get way up I know you tryna make a way out Little mama from the Eastside Had to make it out and realize Mama workin' three jobs, only see her in the night There was times where we ain't have it, grindin' for a better life No, I wasn't into finer things My money drenched me in designer things Baby, I get fly, yeah I stay up Baby, I get high, I go way up Did it, did it, did it on my own Now it's kinda hard to get me on the phone Now all these rappers wanna fuck me If he fuck me, then he lucky Never let another bum nigga close to touch me I grind for it so it's how I give it up I come forward, you know I ain't givin' up Every nigga wanna see her Letras de cancionesAll these bitches wanna be her And it ain't it my fault, badass boss bitch jigga like me Get a lineup and I score with any nigga I pre Seducer, somethin' like Medusa Fly me out to Cuba, then you meet me in Aruba Baby take me to Ibiza, Paris to see Mona Lisa Bitches say, "Look how he treat her I believe that nigga need her" I know that you're tryna to get away, away Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up I know you tryna get way up I know you tryna make a way out From Letras Mania