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Up Late Video (MV)




Performed By: Delocx
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Devonta Ngozi
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Delocx - Up Late Lyrics
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Oosoowavey
Bristol B-town
(AHahh)
Yeah
Im made sick Like M I S to the f*cking T
Tell my competition rest in piece
Notes in my mattress so in p's
Touch my g then you'll rest in pieces
On wave throw up your bs das seasick
Fakes see money over hair they anemic
Dey don't eat right they balimic
Bro coped a whip for the gs that's a g whip
She fell in love with a g now she's g whipped
Top class brain she don't tutor ediats
Gargoyal that's a man with stones like statue
Pedro got grip u better hope that he don't catch
Gozi pop out wen your so damn cozy
Eyes so read plus your so damn nosey
24 hours 2 move 4 o z
Ain't talking bout shoobs when I mention no sleep
Dey aint real like that they ain't built like that
The ain't ever really gonna split with man
They'll just run out like it's cool
You'll get bun out if you loose
Ima father to these niggas like my son up in the room
I'm up late f*ck sakes man I'm up late (Up late)
Tryna make a move (Tryna make)
And I wake up early
Grinding in the same shoes (In the same)
But tell me what am I to do (What am am I)
But tell me what am I to doo (What am I to do)
I'm winning and they lose (Im winning)
I aint got nothing to lose
Ima young man with such an old mental
Make man bleed like they on menstrual
Link one ting from Bristol central
She's on knees worships temple
That's blasphemy
I heard they wana blast at me
Gone around town and I'm hearing that you asked for me
Not tryna be hard but your ears hard
Why you acting like you dunno that I'm in charge
So u can try par See if u gone last
I'll Beat ur girl and have you set up like my murder
See this talent got honed and nurtured
Built a scene I deserve an Oscar
Not Grimeor swing cus I'm not afro
Pure breed Jamaican in the passy of an Astra
Packs on the floor behind the seat of the driver
Your weed's nice but my weed's nicer
Ring my phone I won't answer
Tap mans feet now he a dancer
Don't want smoke don't need no cancer
Drop of a box like my name's Santa
I'm up late f*ck sakes man I'm up late (Up late)
Tryna make a move (Tryna make)
And I wake up early
Grinding in the same shoes (In the same)
But tell me what am I to do (What am am I)
But tell me what am I to doo (What am I to do)
I'm winning and they lose (Im winning)
I aint got nothing to lose
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English

Oosoowavey
Bristol B-town
(AHahh)
Yeah
Im made sick Like M I S to the f*cking T
Tell my competition rest in piece
Notes in my mattress so in p's
Touch my g then you'll rest in pieces
On wave throw up your bs das seasick
Fakes see money over hair they anemic
Dey don't eat right they balimic
Bro coped a whip for the gs that's a g whip
She fell in love with a g now she's g whipped
Top class brain she don't tutor ediats
Gargoyal that's a man with stones like statue
Pedro got grip u better hope that he don't catch
Gozi pop out wen your so damn cozy
Eyes so read plus your so damn nosey
24 hours 2 move 4 o z
Ain't talking bout shoobs when I mention no sleep
Dey aint real like that they ain't built like that
The ain't ever really gonna split with man
They'll just run out like it's cool
You'll get bun out if you loose
Ima father to these niggas like my son up in the room
I'm up late f*ck sakes man I'm up late (Up late)
Tryna make a move (Tryna make)
And I wake up early
Grinding in the same shoes (In the same)
But tell me what am I to do (What am am I)
But tell me what am I to doo (What am I to do)
I'm winning and they lose (Im winning)
I aint got nothing to lose
Ima young man with such an old mental
Make man bleed like they on menstrual
Link one ting from Bristol central
She's on knees worships temple
That's blasphemy
I heard they wana blast at me
Gone around town and I'm hearing that you asked for me
Not tryna be hard but your ears hard
Why you acting like you dunno that I'm in charge
So u can try par See if u gone last
I'll Beat ur girl and have you set up like my murder
See this talent got honed and nurtured
Built a scene I deserve an Oscar
Not Grimeor swing cus I'm not afro
Pure breed Jamaican in the passy of an Astra
Packs on the floor behind the seat of the driver
Your weed's nice but my weed's nicer
Ring my phone I won't answer
Tap mans feet now he a dancer
Don't want smoke don't need no cancer
Drop of a box like my name's Santa
I'm up late f*ck sakes man I'm up late (Up late)
Tryna make a move (Tryna make)
And I wake up early
Grinding in the same shoes (In the same)
But tell me what am I to do (What am am I)
But tell me what am I to doo (What am I to do)
I'm winning and they lose (Im winning)
I aint got nothing to lose
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Writer: Devonta Ngozi
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