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[Lyrics] Connie Diiamond – Underdog Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
I do this all night, yeah
It’s Tuesday but we movin’ like the weekend
That Don Jul’, pour it up, yeah
Spend it all, we ain’t tryna break even, nah
It’s goin’ down
Underdog season, send them rounds
Got some more money, more problems, more green
Add some more commas on commas, more bling, yeah, yeah

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[Post-Chorus]
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Uh, I mean, I really want the soft life
But niggas whole approach is really off sight
I spend a couple bands on this sunlight
Front row seats, stuntin’, nigga, fight night
A munch with the bread, that’s my typе, uh
Hit the clear port for a light flgiht, uh
Said he got thе sauce so I sauced ’em
If I catch feelings, then I plan to abort him
I ain’t with the mushy, I be really on extortion
I just want the bills and Cosby endorsements
Lobster and shrimp in the big rich portions
Kindly on demon, proceed with precaution, nigga
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[Chorus]
I do this all night, yeah
It’s Tuesday but we movin’ like the weekend
That Don Jul’, pour it up, yeah
Spend it all, we ain’t tryna break even, nah
It’s goin’ down
Underdog season, send them rounds
Got some more money, more problems, more green
Add some more commas on commas, more bling, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah

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[Verse 2]
Yeah, this section is lit
Got sixteen in the clip, I be flexin’ a bit
On my D, she the shit
They like, “Damn, she so thick”
Yeah, she thicker than grits
It’s too True on my fit
He in love when I sit
Big bank take lil’ bank in this bitch
Big chain, big plate, insure my wrist
Paid it in full, now they callin’ me rich
Huh, thug passion
He just got my hair did, wrapped it in satin
He be on assignment, I ain’t tryna gas him
Fueled up the tank, and I ain’t even ask him
I ain’t even ask him
[Chorus]
I do this all night, yeah
It’s Tuesday but we movin’ like the weekend
That Don Jul’, pour it up, yeah
Spend it all, we ain’t tryna break even, nah
It’s goin’ down
Underdog season, send them rounds
Got some more money, more problems, more green
Add some more commas on commas, more bling, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
They never thought I’d make it, but I’m up now
Now these bitches lookin’ at my bustdown
Caught it off the glass like a rebound
Checkin’ for me every time I touch down
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah
Fill my cup up, fill my cup up
Fill my cup up, yeah, yeah

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