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Ya Boy - F*ck It Up feat. T.G.I.F Lyrics

Real nigga to my last breath
silent, brick house
long clips and tear drops
let you know what my click bout
my granny lost her only son
freak Chris, old straight
they this the..better pump breaks
we throw shuts no pump fake
they getting paid of their raps
while I do the shit of what they rap about
we chase dough like catting mow
in the next morning their package out
the babe wonder will I ever go
to tell the truth I might never blow
well I promise here before God
that I'ma drop game on every hoe
when I'm pulling up in the same year
going up like rain dear
pick the pussy like frank Mill
you're calling her while she land here
she tell me I'm her everything
my head off and I'm landing shit
even if I wouldn't hide I would never ever believe a bitch
money talk and I listen your honey glock and I listen
and I ain't could say that I'm pimping but that pussy come with admition
call me white beat of that rocka
say that deep like I'm papa
she know I ain't one of these rappers
she ask me but I'm after after

Hook:
Say, ain't concern is my money, money
trap jumper like money money
throw limes and that limit line
so a nigga lean it like dumpy
that twenty stacks in my cargo
come and fuck with a star hoe
I'm gonna charge a bitch will..
but she only go with my cargo
she gonna f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(hit that money for the) f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(stop that talking nigga) f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(I just smoke while she) f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up

Bitch I give a f*ck about Twitter ask around I am that nigga
hit that grass cup bout that river
keep that war shop of that sliver
all my real niggas gonna feel it
kill it like Jesus heal it,
hell am I out but my feelings the only thing I'm concealing
Lord willing I'll be counting a million before the summer
and only a matter of time before it become a train
six hundred benz get me where I wanna be
real nigga y'all just rapping wanna be
pops told me these niggas fake, these niggas change like weather
one day they can check it, next day you feather
I'm so lay it back on my level, I'll let her while you sweat her
yeah I pour her like a level and she know that's no one better
she call me why be and I'll be, hot like more high V
my blunt hitten like IL, bitch probably
so far gone no I breathe getting dough my high beat
she told me I look concerning not told a bitch like I'll leave

Hook:
Ain't concern is my money, money
trap jumper like money money
throw limes and that limit line
so a nigga lean it like dumpy
that twenty stacks in my cargo
come and fuck with a star hoe
I'm gonna charge a bitch will..
but she only go with my cargo
she gonna f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(hit that money for the) f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(stop that talking nigga) f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(I just smoke while she) f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up

Bitches all in my nuts Snoop Dog in this muts
look it all of these cuts, when I suicide is fuck fuck
you ain't heard about us, hundred bottles, hundred blunts
my bitch don't even smoke, but she roll that weed up
and she trap it out, but I pack it up
the birds don't fly, ain't good that's the deffy dub
these niggas better dub for that forty live for more
pushes fuck it we ain't back Lila Brown what the fuck
what the fuck I got hoes in the tub, I got bitches in the mud
nigga slick about that dirt like a slut
pussy nigga he the slug, if he disrespect the nerd
I'll be singing to the judge I ain't never seen them bro
what the fuck can we bug in the club
and we fucking up these mother fucking couch
and my nigga got announces, then we all up on the camera bar
till they pour me up, black card game we about to fug it up

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