fukkyahweh - stuck lyrics
[chorus : g3armatic]
(yeah)
pop an adderall and i’m stuck
bad b+tch wanna f+ck
i put but bean d+ck in her gut
i put a lil n+gga in his place
why you yap n+gga like you jace!
why you yap n+gga take a break
i do not f+ck with n+ggas they be fake
i can not f+ck with n+ggas they be odd
i can not f+ck with n+ggas that’s on god
you cannot be me, you a fraud
i’m with the birds rockin jason todd
i’m wit a bad b+tch from the 6
you is an average, you a b+tch
i break a bad b+tch like a twix
i need my dough, b+tch need my fix
[verse 1 : paragroup]
i need my dough, b+tch need my fix
i get my bread b+tch like i’m rich
huh, talk on the gang lil bro get popped in yo sh+t
i get my bag
i get my bag up
she wanna come back lil hoe you [?]
[?]
gun with a beam but i’m cracked up, yeah
money spread, stole that sh+t, where your racks go, yeah
[?]
i don’t respond to her texts, oh yuh
she think i’m feelin, i ain’t feelin her
she a lil baddie, she got a nice body but i really just want a hug, yeah
[chorus : g3armatic]
(yeah)
pop an adderall and i’m stuck
bad b+tch wanna f+ck
i put but bean d+ck in her gut
i put a lil n+gga in his place
why you yap n+gga like you jace!
why you yap n+gga take a break
i do not f+ck with n+ggas they be fake
i can not f+ck with n+ggas they be odd
i can not f+ck with n+ggas that’s on god
you cannot be me, you a fraud
i’m with the birds rockin jason todd
i’m wit a bad b+tch from the 6
you is an average, you a b+tch
i break a bad b+tch like a twix
i need my dough, b+tch need my fix
[verse 2 : f+kkyahweh]
i got a bad b+tch from the 6
choppa not average
fists gon make a n+gga split
got a bad white b+tch doin crack in my whip
p+p+put the the 4 on the dash and we dip
too worried bout racks, ain’t got time for no b+tch
n+gga i see 12, still smoke that spliff
bad b+tch, she f+ck with the kid
b+brand new drank we ain’t sippin on tris
feel like sharin the addy i split with yo sis
i got a bad b+tch from the 6
choppa not average
fists gon make a n+gga split
got a bad white b+tch doin crack in my whip
p+p+put the the 4 on the dash and we dip
too worried bout racks, ain’t got time for no b+tch
n+gga i see 12, still smoke that spliff
bad b+tch, she f+ck with the kid
b+brand new drank we ain’t sippin on tris
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