Ain't got nothing to do man
Bored as hell up in here
Ey gappie
What up man
I got a little something
We go'n f*ck shit up
Give the game an uppercut
Two rappers, twice as much
Like a double cup
Like a double up
F*ck one shit
We smoke double Dutch
Jay and bl_nc we go'n turn it up
Shit is fire like a furnace bruh
For the work we do don't earn enough
But we don't need no paper
I'm you're father like i'm Vader
Why you looking like a hater
This ain't space invader
But I'm coming closer
So you losing yo composure
Now you losing your exposure
So don't act to bright, I expose ya
Smoke ya overdose ya
Might comatose ya for the vultures
Fire open and I toast ya
So don't take me lightly
Don't bite me
But i'll end your f*cking life G
You might need
The paramedics what your eye sees
Is that we get Arabic
So you better call that nine-one-one
Cause I would want you dead
So when you try to run
I get Jay and we divide the fun
Of getting on a beat and ending lifes on one
Ending lifes or starting lifes
If the beat is female
I might f*ck tonight
Then I might just come
She got that righteous tongue
Now whats rightful done
Is that I lay her down after little bit of grind and bump
Whooo
We the youngins
We got bars and an abundance
Shit in class I ain't the strongest
Give a f*ck about the nonsense
In class sick writing poems
Now we blacking our longen
Read the bible next to water
Hallelujah made us brothers
While the competition suffers
We just motivate each other
Lap the game call us runners
You should rather take cover
Did I stutter
Take the rudder
My brother
I'm honored
Then lets get together
Up the level for these suckers
Ey Bl_nc know you got it right
Yeah I got it
Flowing like a faucet
Now we going melodic
Try to use some logic
The two of us we knock shit
Over, go hang it up like posters
Smashing cause we potent
Wrap it up and smoke it
Tag you then we post it
Classes are now over
So time to up the dosage
Not talking bout a coma
But our focus, motivation, drive
Appeared like hocus pocus
F*ck melodic
With the bars
We the dopest
Don't need Gucci on my loafers
Need a beamer not a chauffeur
Spit the poison like a cobra
I'm a king in this game
I come stricter than a boa
I'm a beast, I was on the boat with Noah
I was told that
The whole spot
Got on lock
When I hopped on board
Whole the boat rumbled stumbled
Like it got popped
Since the bars I carried with me
Where so hot
Even Moses got shocked
So what did you think
Nah
Jay Waldo - Double Up (feat. Bl_nc) Lyrics
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English
Ain't got nothing to do man
Bored as hell up in here
Ey gappie
What up man
I got a little something
We go'n f*ck shit up
Give the game an uppercut
Two rappers, twice as much
Like a double cup
Like a double up
F*ck one shit
We smoke double Dutch
Jay and bl_nc we go'n turn it up
Shit is fire like a furnace bruh
For the work we do don't earn enough
But we don't need no paper
I'm you're father like i'm Vader
Why you looking like a hater
This ain't space invader
But I'm coming closer
So you losing yo composure
Now you losing your exposure
So don't act to bright, I expose ya
Smoke ya overdose ya
Might comatose ya for the vultures
Fire open and I toast ya
So don't take me lightly
Don't bite me
But i'll end your f*cking life G
You might need
The paramedics what your eye sees
Is that we get Arabic
So you better call that nine-one-one
Cause I would want you dead
So when you try to run
I get Jay and we divide the fun
Of getting on a beat and ending lifes on one
Ending lifes or starting lifes
If the beat is female
I might f*ck tonight
Then I might just come
She got that righteous tongue
Now whats rightful done
Is that I lay her down after little bit of grind and bump
Whooo
We the youngins
We got bars and an abundance
Shit in class I ain't the strongest
Give a f*ck about the nonsense
In class sick writing poems
Now we blacking our longen
Read the bible next to water
Hallelujah made us brothers
While the competition suffers
We just motivate each other
Lap the game call us runners
You should rather take cover
Did I stutter
Take the rudder
My brother
I'm honored
Then lets get together
Up the level for these suckers
Ey Bl_nc know you got it right
Yeah I got it
Flowing like a faucet
Now we going melodic
Try to use some logic
The two of us we knock shit
Over, go hang it up like posters
Smashing cause we potent
Wrap it up and smoke it
Tag you then we post it
Classes are now over
So time to up the dosage
Not talking bout a coma
But our focus, motivation, drive
Appeared like hocus pocus
F*ck melodic
With the bars
We the dopest
Don't need Gucci on my loafers
Need a beamer not a chauffeur
Spit the poison like a cobra
I'm a king in this game
I come stricter than a boa
I'm a beast, I was on the boat with Noah
I was told that
The whole spot
Got on lock
When I hopped on board
Whole the boat rumbled stumbled
Like it got popped
Since the bars I carried with me
Where so hot
Even Moses got shocked
So what did you think
Nah
Bored as hell up in here
Ey gappie
What up man
I got a little something
We go'n f*ck shit up
Give the game an uppercut
Two rappers, twice as much
Like a double cup
Like a double up
F*ck one shit
We smoke double Dutch
Jay and bl_nc we go'n turn it up
Shit is fire like a furnace bruh
For the work we do don't earn enough
But we don't need no paper
I'm you're father like i'm Vader
Why you looking like a hater
This ain't space invader
But I'm coming closer
So you losing yo composure
Now you losing your exposure
So don't act to bright, I expose ya
Smoke ya overdose ya
Might comatose ya for the vultures
Fire open and I toast ya
So don't take me lightly
Don't bite me
But i'll end your f*cking life G
You might need
The paramedics what your eye sees
Is that we get Arabic
So you better call that nine-one-one
Cause I would want you dead
So when you try to run
I get Jay and we divide the fun
Of getting on a beat and ending lifes on one
Ending lifes or starting lifes
If the beat is female
I might f*ck tonight
Then I might just come
She got that righteous tongue
Now whats rightful done
Is that I lay her down after little bit of grind and bump
Whooo
We the youngins
We got bars and an abundance
Shit in class I ain't the strongest
Give a f*ck about the nonsense
In class sick writing poems
Now we blacking our longen
Read the bible next to water
Hallelujah made us brothers
While the competition suffers
We just motivate each other
Lap the game call us runners
You should rather take cover
Did I stutter
Take the rudder
My brother
I'm honored
Then lets get together
Up the level for these suckers
Ey Bl_nc know you got it right
Yeah I got it
Flowing like a faucet
Now we going melodic
Try to use some logic
The two of us we knock shit
Over, go hang it up like posters
Smashing cause we potent
Wrap it up and smoke it
Tag you then we post it
Classes are now over
So time to up the dosage
Not talking bout a coma
But our focus, motivation, drive
Appeared like hocus pocus
F*ck melodic
With the bars
We the dopest
Don't need Gucci on my loafers
Need a beamer not a chauffeur
Spit the poison like a cobra
I'm a king in this game
I come stricter than a boa
I'm a beast, I was on the boat with Noah
I was told that
The whole spot
Got on lock
When I hopped on board
Whole the boat rumbled stumbled
Like it got popped
Since the bars I carried with me
Where so hot
Even Moses got shocked
So what did you think
Nah
Writer: Jeroen Grondijs
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