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I'm Fucked Up Lyrics - Artist : Kevin McCall
Cyeah, it's me and C Breezy
You know, okay I'll admit it, we fucked up I'm in the club, fuck about a service I take my own shots, Texaco berence Once your shawty see me and C Breezy, boy it's curtains Spilling Ace of Spades on the carpet, but it's on purpose My house look like a circus, dick look like a serpent This look like a movie, one take, no rehearsing She twerking it for this money so I feel like she deserve it I'mma put my thing down, she took it and reverse it Like I miss it, I'm pissy like I got a weak bladder Tipsy off this Cristy, nigga it don't even matter Boy I'm loco, cuckoo Call me Sub Zero cause I'm so cold Ha, you see that booty? She could make a fortune No wonder her body cold cause she drop dead gorgeous You don't get it? You slower than a motherfucker Dummy, I'm rolling so I'm on than a motherfucker I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is I'm high, higher than a plane bitch Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling Wednesday I be balling, man these bitches keep on coming Thursday I be chilling, but Friday I be killing Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherfucking weekend [Chris Brown:] Look, yeah, cause I'm smoking super fire from my lighter I want her with the stripes cause I know that she a tiger Engine growling like a bitch so I pull up right beside her I tell her hop up in, upgrade, I supersize her 150 grand chain, what you doing ho? Two girls in the bed, guess I'm 2-0 Gold wrappers, better wrap it like a tuna roll Yep, your body ain't bad girl you're beautiful Yikes, my watch only cost your car though Three girls, your dog and a pack of smokes Ha, my roof what? Alligator bitch I'm stunting in the club like I don't know what day it is Yeah, these little mamas in pyjamas And I'm in this club huh, and it feel like the Bahamas Bad bitches in the front and the boom's right behind us I'm super fucked up, hey I'm just being honest, yikes I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is I'm high, higher than a plane bitch Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling Wednesday I be balling, man these bitches keep on coming Thursday I be chilling, but Friday I be killing Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherfucking weekend [x2] |
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