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kevin mccall – i’m fucked up lyrics

[intro: kevin mccall]
cyeah, it’s me and c breezy
you know, okay, i’ll admit it, we f-cked up, ha

[verse 1: kevin mccall]
i’m in the club, f-ck 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, d-ck 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’ma put my thing down, she took it and reverse it
like i miss it, i’m p-ssy like i got a weak bladder
tipsy off this cristy, n-gga, 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 motherf-cker
dummy, i’m rolling so i’m on than a motherf-cker

[verse 2: chris brown]
look, yeah, ’cause i’m smoking super fire from my lighter (yeah)
i want her with the stripes cause i know that she a tiger (ow!)
engine growling like a b-tch so i pull up right beside her (look)
i tell her hop up in, upgrade, i supersize her (haha)
150 grand chain, what you doing, hoe?
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 note (yeah)
three girls, your dog and a pack of smokes (ow!)
ha, my roof wild, alligator, b-tch (yeah)
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 b-tches in the front and the boom’s right behind us
i’m super f-cked up, hey i’m just being honest, yikes (look)

[chorus: kevin mccall]
i’m f-cked 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 b-tch
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 b-tches keep on coming
thursday i be chilling, but friday i be k!lling
sat-rday and sunday, that’s the motherf-cking weekend
i’m f-cked 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 b-tch
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 b-tches keep on coming
thursday i be chilling, but friday i be k!lling
sat-rday and sunday, that’s the motherf-cking weekend

- kevin mccall lyrics

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