shoreline mafia - fuck it up lyrics
[intro]
pull some of that bass out, bruce
[chorus: mike sherm]
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck
blow her back quick but i never been a trick
i’m in her living room, back+to+back with your b+tch
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got hits (ron+ron, do that sh+t)
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck
blow her back quick but i never been a trick
i’m in her living room, back+to+back with your b+tch
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got hits
[verse 1: fenix flexin]
i’ma let a b+tch choose, you gon’ pick her out (pick her out)
you gon’ put her on your page, i’m gon’ dig her out (dig her out)
you gon’ cuddle with the b+tch, i’m finna kick her out (finna kick her out)
gettin’ money, f+ckin’ b+tches, what a n+gga ’bout (that’s what a n+gga ’bout)
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck (on the d+ck)
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got rich (’cause i’m rich)
i’ve been sippin’ lean like a n+gga got sick (like i’m sick)
you pull up with yo’ homie like that n+gga ain’t snitched (ayy, ayy)
i keep a glock with a drum, call it nick cannon (drumline)
you gon’ let her in your car, i leave the b+tch stranded (ayy)
i’m a real heartbreaker, leave a b+tch damaged
like a magic show, i’m finna make a b+tch vanish (a b+tch vanish)
i got commas in my bank like a phone number (phone number)
she keep calling me, i say she got the wrong number (ayy)
i got commas in my bank like a phone number (like a phone number)
she keep calling me, i say she got the wrong number (wrong number)
[chorus: mike sherm]
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck
blow her back quick but i never been a trick
i’m in her living room, back+to+back with your b+tch
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got hits
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck
blow her back quick but i never been a trick
i’m in her living room, back+to+back with your b+tch
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got hits
[verse 2: mike sherm]
i’m on my bankroll, finna bang it out
get straight to the f+ckin’, we ain’t makin’ out
only hit one time, now she ain’t allowed
had to f+ck her in the whip, i can’t show the house
since i gained a couple pounds, i can’t chase a b+tch
i’ll take a b+tch phone, tryna take a fl!ck
she been plottin’ on this d+ck, now she make a list
the way i hit it from the back how you make a kid
you heard a n+gga got a bag, what it look like?
spent sixty on the whip, this the good life
made ten in a day, it’s a good night
no gram lit with no car, they don’t live right
tryna tell me ’bout yo’ life, b+tch, shut it up
i’m tryna bust a quick nut just to sum it up
before i ever hit a b+tch, gotta buckle up
i’ll turn a b+tch out, f+ck turnin’ up
[chorus: mike sherm]
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck
blow her back quick but i never been a trick
i’m in her living room, back+to+back with your b+tch
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got hits
f+ck it up, b+tch, do it on the d+ck
blow her back quick but i never been a trick
i’m in her living room, back+to+back with your b+tch
she only let me hit it ’cause a n+gga got hits
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