Yall Fucked up Now - текст песни
Y'all Fucked up Now
Yeah Two guns up motherfucker Uh huh Yeah Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth My Niggaz Shit is serious L.O.X. Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up With this combination (faggot) Shit is fo' real Yo
[Styles] I pack a 4 5 Puff a blunt and get high Don't give a fuck if I die cuz my son is alive I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise Could of died ten times That made me live Sell my soul Not for no cars and gold I been through it cuz my scars is old Remember the time I used to puff dimes And think the law was cold Back then when my mom played my father's role Now I'm a man Runnin with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit But I'm one of the best Fuck around I might run to the west Lay low and get blunted to death Niggaz is wack I can't say it plainer than that Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back Fuck the middle Cuz the middle do alot and a little Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle Settle for less A general but don't meddle my chest Die for my niggas nevertheless Can't find a nigga better than this Kiss and the Louch Every man ahead of the group Regretting the coup Y'all niggas want the red in my boots Hole in my shirt Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt I see the rollie not move but the shit still work Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk Cocksucker
CHORUS: Ay yo what y'all gon do now Y'all fucked up now Niggas How deep is your crew now Y'all fucked up now Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?) Y'all fucked up now (This aint no fuckin joke niggas is hungry) We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong) Y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)
[Sheek] I pay off blue suits thats Sucio And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo A bad bitch that kill So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the D's I play smarter That's why my flights now be charter Ten seater What you know about a Porsche at a meter Next to koochie freak those Tickets keep those And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose I aint the nigga that you see Posted on cop walls I'm that eighteen and up Mamis on my balls Y'all can't figure the great one Sheek be Jason Not cops But that legendary nigga my pops I bust shots like bums at a bar but far
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