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ludacris feat lil flip – screwed up lyrics

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ah yeah, we sendin’ this one out from everybody
i mean to everybody from the h-town to the a-town
an’ worldwide, so get your lighters, get your drink
an’ i tell you what, i’m so f-cked up an’ screwed up
if anybody try to blow my high, you know what i’ma tell ’em

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

i feel better than i’ve ever felt before
intoxicated but maintainin’ self-control
i took a swig, i had a jug, chug a log, i’m loud an’ clear
i had some bud, i lit it up an’ then i made it disappear

’cause my magic tricks are so fabulous
this sh-t’s hazardous, got amateurs smokin’ cannibus
if you mad at this, d-mn it then

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

i made a call to my dog, time to split the blunt an’ break it up
three wheel motion, purple potion, i gotta shake it up
i tried to kick the habit, but it keep callin’ me
abra cadabra, here’s a magic trick, i smoked up all the weed
zig zag’s an’ golden wraps got my mind gone
drugs don’t affect my work, i still get my grind on

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

i’m leaning like the tower of pisa, the syrup squeezer
come close to my stash an’ get treated as if i’m ebeneezer
i’m throwed, blowed, matter of fact
let’s call this the thrower potion
i’m screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion

i gots to have it, can’t kick the habit
i’ve tried to shake it
the drug experiment stage if you mistake then

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

i’m from screwed up texas, we drive reckless an’ then we peel off
you ain’t had sh-t until you smoke sweet tooth an’ jack frost
hit it twice but don’t cough, you gotta take it, man
if it’s a record for smokin’ i’m ’bout to break it, man
me an’ luda puffin’ budda, we in a black cougar
on zap judas, you try to jack us, we grab rugers

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

how can i say it plain that i’m off that mary jane?
an’ if it’s true what they say
then i don’t know how many cells is left in my f-ckin’ brain
but i’ma keep on writin’ an’ lightin’
minds of these hungry rappers
an’ tell the hood that i’ve hired n-gg-rs an’ fired crackers

on the fourth of july
opens your eyes, i’m jokin’ stupid
i love all races but if you hatin’ my music then

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

i love my, i get patient, we never have to take a p-ss test
f-ck a 9 to 5 ’cause i’m always gettin’ rest
i wake to breakfast an’ head, you wake up to breakfast in bed
should i drive my h2? i’ma take the lexus instead

pimpin’, ain’t dead but i’ll leave you n-gg-z dead
from all this pimpin’
i’m ridin’ spinners like a pimp
that’s why i’m limpin’

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

off substances that’s controlled
that’s how this story goes
i popped the cap, broke the ice
an’ lil’ flip done broke the mold

i’m so cold i think i see dead people
nah, that’s just my homies p-ssed out in the regal
believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
i’m calm, cool an’ collected an’ if you disrespect it then

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

we doin’ this for them players that bank screw music
we don’t p-ss out after 8 blunts because we used to it
me an’ cris like cheech an’ chong
so hurry, break out the weed an’ the bong

’cause if it ain’t grade a trees, we gotta leave it alone
an’ to my homie screw, you know i gotta hold it down
an’ if they want it then they gotta come an’ take the crown

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

so there you have it, sendin’ this one out
to all my drinkers an’ all my smokers
united an’ lighted we stand, inebriated we fall

an’ if you wanna p-ss the sobriety an’ breathalyser test
here’s a quick luda tip, some packets of mustard
in your car, keep mustard godd-mn it
an’ whoever said n-gg-z in the south can’t rhyme

f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m screwed up

- ludacris feat lil flip lyrics

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