F**k It Up (feat. Angie T)
Yo, AT
You know how the fuck this shit goes
Ay, ay, yo, ay, ay, yo
Yo baby, Imma put it down to work, can't work in here
Never had a nigga, so the less, no foreign
Yeah, bigot you, I'm popping on my dress
ANGIE T, bad bitch, ain't fuckin' with the rest
Pulling out of my gears, yeah, I be racing with the best
Shade down, walking down, in my heels, I be stepping
I don't fuck with niggas, niggas be lying, capping
Don't give no shit, that bitch
Run that shit over, make him obsessed with that bitch
Yo, fuck it up
Ain't never had a nigga, talk me down
Boss shit making money, got a bag of raw shit
Fool a nigga, make the bed, since he won't know shit
Fuck it up
Yo, fuck it up
Ain't never had a nigga, talk me down
Boss shit, making money, got a bag of raw shit
Fool a nigga, make the bed, since he won't know shit
Talk cash shit, then I be bending in the backseat
Curry white shit, I'ma be making it dirty
Baby,treat me nice, so I can put you on my playlist
Buy me gold rings, I be putting in my savings
Ride me out to dinner, yeah, I'ma make a creeper, yeah
If you want it, boss bitch, you gotta make her reach it up
Nothing more scary than a bitch with no filter
Better watch your mouth, big boy, bitch got any bitter
They say
How you make a song with a X
Plenty girls be so hard to get
Pussy on the couch, bring a plate
Baby, do you love me or the sex,uh
I wonder why she said she love me on the fourth day
Kissing on her body, now she wanna choke ayy
All my niggas love me, cause I made her go away
Busy making jokes like she Steve Harvey
Left her in the dark, now she wanna protest
Cool with the lean, I ain't going nowhere
Stuck with your bitch, I can fuck her all day
Ooh
They keep existing I noticed
Feel like a movie Red notice
Too many people, they love this
I swear to God, I'm exhausted
Don't fuck with a brick, it can hurt you more
If you know what I mean
I'll be in the club, just pour all my sins
Angie, where you at You should land on my dick
I be cutting ties with my next and the pree
Smoking all these trees where the fuck is lean
I be with a gang, but she don't click
I be with a gang, but she don't click
You know how the fuck this shit goes
Ay, ay, yo, ay, ay, yo
Yo baby, Imma put it down to work, can't work in here
Never had a nigga, so the less, no foreign
Yeah, bigot you, I'm popping on my dress
ANGIE T, bad bitch, ain't fuckin' with the rest
Pulling out of my gears, yeah, I be racing with the best
Shade down, walking down, in my heels, I be stepping
I don't fuck with niggas, niggas be lying, capping
Don't give no shit, that bitch
Run that shit over, make him obsessed with that bitch
Yo, fuck it up
Ain't never had a nigga, talk me down
Boss shit making money, got a bag of raw shit
Fool a nigga, make the bed, since he won't know shit
Fuck it up
Yo, fuck it up
Ain't never had a nigga, talk me down
Boss shit, making money, got a bag of raw shit
Fool a nigga, make the bed, since he won't know shit
Talk cash shit, then I be bending in the backseat
Curry white shit, I'ma be making it dirty
Baby,treat me nice, so I can put you on my playlist
Buy me gold rings, I be putting in my savings
Ride me out to dinner, yeah, I'ma make a creeper, yeah
If you want it, boss bitch, you gotta make her reach it up
Nothing more scary than a bitch with no filter
Better watch your mouth, big boy, bitch got any bitter
They say
How you make a song with a X
Plenty girls be so hard to get
Pussy on the couch, bring a plate
Baby, do you love me or the sex,uh
I wonder why she said she love me on the fourth day
Kissing on her body, now she wanna choke ayy
All my niggas love me, cause I made her go away
Busy making jokes like she Steve Harvey
Left her in the dark, now she wanna protest
Cool with the lean, I ain't going nowhere
Stuck with your bitch, I can fuck her all day
Ooh
They keep existing I noticed
Feel like a movie Red notice
Too many people, they love this
I swear to God, I'm exhausted
Don't fuck with a brick, it can hurt you more
If you know what I mean
I'll be in the club, just pour all my sins
Angie, where you at You should land on my dick
I be cutting ties with my next and the pree
Smoking all these trees where the fuck is lean
I be with a gang, but she don't click
I be with a gang, but she don't click
Credits
Writer(s): Angella Twalib, Ashraf Demarch Lumanza, Chisomo Kelvin Masulani
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