Songteksten

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Ayy, ayy) Oh my God (ayy, ayy) Shut the fuck up Jesus fuckin' Christ (ayy, ayy) You're fuckin' up my day (ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy, ayy (ayy), ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy) Fucking up my day, all this wack bitch niggas wanna test me (yeah) Can't believe that I become the problems for these mini-me's (goddamn) All you niggas babies, hope you find a bitch that breastfeed (yeah) Thought they was gon' check me, them niggas got cold feet (brr, ayy) Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it All my niggas fuck it up (ah, shit) I'm slidin' with the mafia (ayy) And we came to fuck it up (ayy, ayy, yeah) They came tryna buck up And got they ass fucked up (fuck) Like a paint chip We gon' get your ass touched up (drop) I want all the money that you owe me, nothing lesser (less) That bitch say she learned to lie from me, I'm a professor (professor) Ten bitches on top of one another, double-decker (yeah) Don't give a fuck about your nigga, I'm a home wrecker (yeah) You don't ever see me 'cause I never go outside Crazy bitch at the crib, said she wants her hands tied It's asinine to try this team of mine We'll blow your ass back to '09 Back to back in time, yeah Nigga, just know your place (mafia) I got it all, the money, the cars and clothes Shit, I can never forget the hoes Bitch, that shit can make you fold (yeah) You say you wanna see me Better hope that you can keep me I dick her down so well That's why she'll never fucking leave me Ayy (stupid bitch) ayy, ayy They say I'm that nigga, they know nothing bigger (bigger) Inside my cherry pick-up (yeah) Life is getting tricky, but you bitches can't trick me (ayy) You was actin' stupid, so it got you in a sticky (ayy, ayy) Used to like 'em slim, but I want a bitch thicker (ayy) That bitch pussy tight, it got my fuckin' dick gripped (gripped tight) Extendo clip, .40 deep, pullin' up, sticks tucked (pow, pow) Don't pull up to my crib, Zuzu leave your ass picked (ah) Talkin' 'bout my family get you lit up like a candle (candle) You niggas started shit, I know for sure that you can't handle (yeah) You think we can't find you, but we're drivin' around the city 'Til the sun up, sun up, sun up, sun up, sun up (yeah) Please don't underestimate me (okay), you can't recreate me (okay, yeah) I've been fucked up since a kid, and you can't save me (yah) You can tell me that you love me, but you can't date me (yah) Regardless, all the shit I've been through, this shit shape me (bitch)
Writer(s): Shermar Paul, Carl Andersson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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