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

rate me

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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