Stevie Stone - Get Fucked Up lyrics

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(Hook)

Sittin' all alone

Time to hit the liquor store

Need sum' trees that I can blow

And I done copped it for the low

Now I'm ready, put it on ya

Ya can get to California

Bring liquor, bring bud

Let's get fucked up

Bring liquor, bring bud

Bring liquor, bring bud

Said 'I'm ready, put it on ya'

We can head to California

Let's get fucked up

(Verse)

Yeah, mount up. Buddy been winnin'

I ain't been in to the City in a minute

Got sum' bitches on the down getting ready

Bringing Henny, and Cîroc and sum' Rémy

Blackwood, roll it up and heat it

(Didn't need it tho')

Tickle in my cup gettin' weeded

(Gettin' weeded though)

Bodies in the party showin' luv

(Where the luv at?)

Turn this fuckin' house in to a club

(Where the club at?)

Bitches on the wall off the meter

(Off the meter)

Got the kid struck bare Margarita

Bad body hangin' on my Peter

(On my Peter)

School teacher named Nina, she a diva

(Yeah)

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Bouta be a blurry, she a baddy

(She a baddy though)

Lil bitty waist wit a fatty

(Got a fatty though)

I ain't even have to speak, it's automatic

(It's automatic)

When I'm drunk just call me Pam Pam Alliga-yeah

Told them bitches 'Do it for the 'Gram'

(For the 'Gram)

Drunken friends give a damn about yo mans

('Bout ya man's, hoe)

Team Stone choking on that killa

(On the Killa)

C c c call it Techa Nina, Mackzilla

Bass go dumb, I'm the man

(I'm the man though)

Fly nigga tryin' to find sumewhere to land

(Where to land, ho?)

I'm tryin' to kick it wit the fam

And tomorrow we gon' do this shit again

(Hook)