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Naya Ali - Str8 Up
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAYA ALI
NAYA ALI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sara Ali
Sara Ali
Composer
Chase Hugh Worrell
Chase Hugh Worrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NAYA ALI
NAYA ALI
Co-Producer
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Chase.wav
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Scared money don't make real money Old money, ain't got any So I made my way Yeah I manifest my faith I woke up like this Let me talk my shit When I flex like this, yeah Post to be up next Yeah, yeah, I've been dealing with these feelings On the come up, yeah, yeah Smell a fake pussy, nigga, stop your snaking, yeah, yeah So much fake, fake love Price of fame ain't fair Keep it real like this It's the picture I paint It looks sweet but it ain't I put my blood, sweat and tears I found my source in the rain I wear my heart in this game These snakes don't know that I pray I can't change all my mistakes, all my mistakes My nigga Pull out in the truck like big dawgs I ain't this one, that one Where you at? Go straight up (wah) Go, go straight up (ayy) Hoe, wait up (yo) Grate that cheddar (yeah) This shit in my DNA Let my heart lead the way Niggas try lead me astray I get it, I get it You niggas are scared of The light that I'm giving, it's gold I come from the heart And I only fear God And I'm never gon' lie to my soul My niggas are stacking And some of them violent I pray that they keep it on froze Yo, yo Because they, they tough like this We gon' put a make up that depart like this Pull up to the port and we dock that bitch Phillip, don't talk to a boss like this Want a 100$ raise? You a 100$ bitch Put that crown on the Vic Watch me roll out quick It's the picture I paint It looks sweet but it ain't I put my blood, sweat and tears I found my source in the rain I wear my heart in this game These snakes don't know that I pray I can't change all my mistakes, all my mistakes My nigga Pull out in the truck like big dawgs I ain't this one, that one Where you at? Go straight up (wah) Go, go straight up (ayy) Hoe, wait up (yo) Grate that cheddar (ayy) Pull out in the truck like big dawgs I ain't this one, that one Where you at? Go straight up (wah) Go, go straight up (ayy) Hoe, wait up (yo) Grate that cheddar (yeah) Yeah, I've been dealing with these feelings On the come up, yeah, yeah (On the come up, yeah, yeah, come up, yeah, yeah) So much fake, fake love Price of fame ain't fair (price of fame ain't fair) Keep it real like this My nigga Pull out in the truck like big dawgs I ain't this one, that one Where you at? Go straight up (wah) Go, go straight up (ayy) Hoe, wait up (yo) Grate that cheddar (ayy) Pull out in the truck like big dawgs I ain't this one, that one Where you at? Go straight up (wah) Go, go straight up (ayy) Hoe, wait up (yo) Grate that cheddar (ayy)
Writer(s): Chase Hugh Worrell, Sara Ali Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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