Lil' O

Lil' O - Let's Get Fucked Up lyrics

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(feat. H.A.W.K., Big Pokey, Dannie Marie)

[talking:]

Well alright now, we getting fucked up

In this motherfucker, with the Screwed Up Click

And this is what, we want y'all to do

Light it up, roll it up

Throwed as a dyke nigga, smoke it up

If you gonna drank nigga, po' it up

Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up

[Lil' O:]

I'm fresh off, probation

So I bought me, some inhalation

To celebrate this, pimp occasion

It's going down, no time for waiting

Call the drank man, bring me a pint

And I don't even drink drink, but I'm drinking tonight

Went straight to the sto' and I bought me a Sprite

Told the chink ring me up, I need plenty of ice

It's time to get fucked up, and I ain't playing

Got my cigarillo white up, know I'm saying

No plex, we just straight parlaying

It's a gangsta party it's on me, so nobody's paying

So smoke and choke, drink what you want

But don't be no roach nigga, pass the blunt

Got the Belve' and the Cris', if that's what you want

Man you ain't got to front, enjoy yourself

[Hook:]

Light it up, roll it up

Throwed as a dyke, nigga smoke it up

If you gonna drink, nigga po' it up

Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up

(fucked up) fucked up, (fucked up) fucked up

Man let's get fucked up, (fucked up)

Fucked up (fucked up), fucked up

[H.A.W.K.:]

Man I'm feeling good, just left the hood

And smoked some good, now the point is understood

Light it up, roll it up

I'm getting fucked up, in my pick-up truck

Like the big bad wolf, I'll huff and puff

And huff and puff, till my lungs about to bust

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I follow it up, with a cup of purple stuff

And ooh-wee, I'm on a P-I-N-T

L-E-A-N-I-N-G

The blunt is lit, I'm smoking like a barbecue pit

And aw shit, here come that roaching bitch

(how can I hit the weed), bitch please

This that good shit, that grow on trees

No sticks no seeds, so I had to trip

What you got on the weed, she said (my lips) I let her hit

[Hook]

[Big Pokey:]

I'm feeling dizzy right now, my buzz just snuck up

I'm trying to get like the economy, fucked up

I stay doped up, like everyday

On this seedless weed, and the Grand Mane

I don't play, gotta do what the song say

Kick back, and grab my weed tray

Ay, I gotta twist some'ing up

This the City of Syrup, I gotta mix some'ing up

I stay fixed up, cause I love the feeling

Get high, like the cost of living when I'm chilling

Three wheeling, when I raise it up

Layed back parlaying, when I blaze it up

Don't make me, purple haze it up

I'm bout to leave the boat with a fo', and a cajun slut

It's really all gravy brah, on the real

Willo, let em know the deal

[Hook]

[talking:]

Are y'all fucked up (yeah), well alright now

On the count of three, I want y'all to repeat after me

One, two, three...

[Dannie Marie:]

Light it up, roll it up

Don't hesitate, nigga smoke it up

If you got the drank, nigga po' it up

Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up

Man let's get fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

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