coca vango - fuck it up lyrics
[intro: jazze pha]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (woo)
[chorus: jazze pha]
pull up to the club with a check (skrt), f-ck it up
i could blow it all, get it back (blow it), f-ck it up
how the f-ck you don’t know where we at? (where we at?) f-ck it up
your b-tch that’s in my phone say, “where you at?” (come on) f-ck it up
whoa-oh-oh-oh, f-ck it up
ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, f-ck it up
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, i’ll f-ck it up
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, i’ll f-ck it up, ayy
[verse 1: coca vango]
i used to be f-cked up (f-cked up)
now i got the rap game f-cked up (f-cked up)
jewelry, sh-t, i’ma hustler (hustler)
playin’ with the coat, you get f-cked up (f-cked up)
you know every whip i whip is foreign (yeah-ah-ah)
you know every ho i f-ck is foreign (choo, choo, choo)
lambo, i think it’s time for me to get a lambo
wouldn’t i look good in a lambo?
b-tch, strap on the seat like rambo (boom-boom)
pull up to the club, b-tches be like, “who are you?”
i’ll f-ck ’em up and let ’em look between louboutin and jimmy choo
tell me what you want, i got it all in my pocket
gooey-ooey-ooey drippin’ all in my closet
balmain boots, these ain’t no f-ckin’ doc martens
i got shooters out in houston and they will hit you with a rocket (woo)
[chorus: jazze pha]
pull up to the club with a check (skrt), f-ck it up
i could blow it all, get it back (blow it), f-ck it up
how the f-ck you don’t know where we at? (where we at?) f-ck it up
your b-tch that’s in my phone say, “where you at?” (come on) f-ck it up
whoa-oh-oh-oh, f-ck it up
ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, f-ck it up
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, i’ll f-ck it up
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, i’ll f-ck it up, ayy
[verse 2: coca vango]
f-ck that money up, i want some more, yeah (oh yeah)
f-cked your b-tch, i’ll turn your wife into a wh0r-, yeah (yeah)
i’ll f-ck it up as soon as i come in the door, yeah (oh-oh-oh)
door, yeah, door, yeah (yeah, yeah)
bougie bad b-tches on the tour bus
i f-ck my b-tches by the twos, together
yeah there’s three of us
five-star suites, top-floor, i’ma f-ck it up (uh)
just gimme your card, i’ma f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
gimme your broad, i’ll f-ck it up (what?)
i know what you like, i got it all in my pocket
you flexin’ like you lit, but i’m the reason that you poppin’
ice so cold they call me coca baskin-robbins
i be stylin’ with no stylist, b-tch, i’m fly like mary poppins
[chorus: jazze pha]
pull up to the club with a check (skrt), f-ck it up
i could blow it all, get it back (blow it), f-ck it up
how the f-ck you don’t know where we at? (where we at?) f-ck it up
your b-tch that’s in my phone say, “where you at?” (come on) f-ck it up
whoa-oh-oh-oh, f-ck it up
ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, f-ck it up
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, i’ll f-ck it up
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, i’ll f-ck it up, ayy
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