Up In This Lyrics - Blackbear & Tinashé

[Tinashe:]
Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out)
Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out)
She can go and hoop, she wanna hang out (yeah)
We up in this bitch, oh
Got the club feeling like a safe house
All this damn money, let it rain down
We ain't going home, we wanna hang out
We up in this bitch

[Blackbear:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Drop vase so long I need a cake now
40 acres, 40 miles outside L.A. now
It's like I'm Drake now
My shit is way out
Mama got a lake house
We up in this bitch, we up in this bitch
You think I'm playin' 'round
I got two bodyguards with loaded smiths when I hop off a plane now
Came a long way from selling 'Ye now
Will it mean the models, they be hangin' backstage now, uh

[Tinashe:]
Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (real trap)
Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (hey now)
She can go and hoop, she wanna hang out (hey now)
We up in this bitch, oh
Got the club feeling like a safe house
All this damn money, let it rain down (rain down)
We ain't going home, we wanna hang out (hang out)
We up in this bitch

[Blackbear:]
We up in this bitch, naw
100K up on a wristwatch
I guess they fuckin' with the kid now
I used to play to 50 kids, I'm doin' 50k a show now
No slightly digital, I'm takin' major risks now
And there's purple in my piss now
My mama real proud
And if you wanna come and find me
I'll be up on easy fifths now

[Tinashe:]
Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out)
Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out)
She can go and hoop, she wanna hang out
We up in this bitch, oh
Got the club feeling like a safe house
All this damn money, let it rain down (rain down)
We ain't going home, we wanna hang out
We up in this bitch

[Blackbear:]
We up in this bitch now
We up in this bitch now
Up in this bitch now
Oh, hey
Oh, hey
We up in this bitch now
We up in this bitch now

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Do Re Mi Lyrics - Blackbear

Do re mi fa so
Yeah yeah
Do re mi fa so
Yeah

Yeah
If I could go back to that day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound of breaking glass on my range rover
Pay me back or bitch it's over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I'mma stay asleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep

And you got me thinking lately
Bitch you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya'
It go like

Do re mi fa so fucking done with you girl
So fucking done with all the games you play
I ain't no tic tac toe
Send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost
Do re mi fa so fucking done with you baby
So send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost

If I could go back to that day we met
I probably would've stayed in bed
You wake up everyday and make me feel like I'm incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments, your makeup bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
Cause everybody wanted to tap that ass sometime

And you got me thinking lately
Bitch you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya'
It go like

Do re mi fa so fucking done with you girl
So fucking done with all the games you play
I ain't no tic tac toe
Send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost
Do re mi fa so fucking done with you baby
So send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, oh)
(And you got me thinking lately, bitch you crazy and nothing's ever good enough)

I wrote a little song for ya
It go like do re mi fa so fucking done with you girl
So fucking done with all the games you play
I ain't no tic tac toe
Send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost
Do re mi fa so fucking done with you baby
So send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost

So send the X and Os on another note I'm ghost

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