Lyrical Breakdown of Up Up And Away - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Up Up And Away

I'm about to go up up and away

Dick in your mouth

Fuck what you say

You sweet as pie a muffin and cake

Dick in her mouth, I'm fucking her face shit

Live for the night, sleep in the day

Ya high as fuck, sleep it away

I am a dog, you should keep in the gate

Pussy, hm, how sweet is the taste?

Gun to ya head, what ya peep gonna say

Weezy bitch, I'm deep in the space

Floating away like a leaf in the lake

I'm gone like delete and erase

Talk that shit, I walk that shit

Pills, weed, all that shit, if a bitch is bad

I'm a call that bitch

Get pussy, ass, all that shit

Hm, what they talking about

I go hard they soft as a couch

I'm running them in and walking them out

Cars so cold I park in the house

Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant

Flow so tight, it's yeast infected

Kill 'em all when they least expect it

Money talk, Lisa Leslie, YMCMB connection

Rappers is what I eat for breakfast

Running up in my sheets is sexy

If she ain't fucking she can exit

Gun tucked in the waist

I buss in ya face

I ain't got nothing to say

But up up and away

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy, where ya going? Up

You're going a little bit too far

(Haha)

Ain't this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch

You're lucky I don't kill yo ass

But you can still get pistol whipped

Sharper than a pencil tip

Bitch don't even twitch ya lip

40 cal with the extended clip

Ain't gon be no incident

Skinny jeans, red vans

Skully on, money long

Her mouth is like my house so I guess you can say I'm coming home

You're wylin out, then were riding out, now your hiding out, honeycombe

I'm laughing to the bank like I just broke my fucking funny bone

What's really good

I'm on pills smoking that

Eyes so high I look blind

But athe stove on my waist cook fine

I be a nigga that took lives?

A nigga that'll take it outside

A nigga that'll take it to your crib

Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives

I'm gon get so wasted they gon have to carry me out this bitch

I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just hostages

Let's cut to the chase

My bitch know I glide and glace?

But I ain't got nothing to say

But up up and away

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy, where ya going?

You're going a little bit too far

Up up and away, up up and away

Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga

Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga

Straps on deck so fuck that nigga

Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga

Stacks on deck, I'm rich as shit

I'm calling my bitch the shit

Walking 'round on my fucking shit

I done did everything on my bucket list

Fuck that shit, I'm superbad

I don't give a hoover damn

My I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan

Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne

Sit yo 5 dollar ass down, 'fore I make change

I'm pumping ya brakes

I'm jumping the gates

And I ain't got nothing to say

But up up and away

Weezy, where ya going?

You're going a little bit too far

Up up and away, up up and away