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​heygwuapo - fuck lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
808 demon
what the f+ck+

[chorus]
f+ck, f+ck
b+tch i spilt my cup
bags on bags on bags, i just be running sh+t up
racks on racks on racks, she wanna f+ck, i touched down in paris
$1,000 my appearance, too many sons i feel like a god d+mn parent

[verse 1]
217 elites, yeah, these b+tches say that i’m fleek, huh
miami, b+tch i got heat, i went to good times, i be hurting my feet
these n+ggas look up to me, yeah, maajins gon’ f+ck with the beat
bought her a new bag, slay boy you sweet
and i got top in the g
they asking questions, ‘how the f+ck you do it?’
but i just talk on the beat
i’m getting money up, b+tch i’m higher than god
i put my cup on the seat
lean on my ex hoe, b+tch i feel like x
i’m in yo’ hood sipping tea
i’m a lil addict to this god d+mn coupe
and this b+tch quit sipping lean
[verse 2]
hold on, my coupe it got two doors
i’m gon’ dip like ‘kudos’
i been getting so much bag
my pockets fat like xhulooo
f+ck, yeah, hold on
f+ck, b+tch i’m the goat, run it up
i+ i+ i could just say the same sh+t on music, ’cause i’m still going up
f+ f+ck, yeah, don’t f+ck with that lame sh+t
you a mean b+tch, i’ll tell you straight up, f+ f+ck
these n+ggas really my sons
you cannot be me b+tch, you gon’ run out of luck

[chorus]
f+ck, f+ck
b+tch i spilt my cup
bags on bags on bags, i just be running sh+t up
racks on racks on racks, she wanna f+ck, i touched down in paris
$1,000 my appearance, too many sons i feel like a god d+mn parent



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