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letra de fucked up - jim jones & harry fraud

[intro]
wasted days and endless nights
hey harry, heard they reported us to the fraud department (ugh)
there is nothing i could do to make things right
ha ha
[?], what’s up?

[pre-chorus: belly]
i ain’t been sleepin,’ it’s the third day (third day)
i don’t got a second in the first place (first place)
ain’t no second chances in my birthplace (birthplace)
you can’t put a phoenix in a bird cage (bird cage)

[chorus: belly]
lil’ b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
lil’ b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)

i pull up in that mercy (mercy)
b-tches see me drippin’ in this versa’ (versa’)
you know i want it in the worst way (yeah)
but at least we got tonight if that’s the worst case (worst case)

b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
lil’ b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
[verse: jim jones]
you either a friend of mines of a friend of ours
when you see that amg, that mean that benz got power (skrr)
we need bonita and [?] just to blend with powder
ya’ll gon’ die a thousand times, you and your mens is cowards
we got work in dc, yeah, i got friends at howard (wassup?)
you can’t stop the rain when this f&n make showers
plus i’m not an evil person, we still gon’ send ’em flowers
i brought the 9-1-1 just to remember the towers
uh, yeah, i be in my bag of tricks, if you (wa-lah)
p-ss me off i just might go grab the fif’ (wassup?)
but if you really p-ss me off, i just might go stab your b-tch (ha ha)
plus i heard her say that i got that magic stick (she nasty)
[?] [1:29], so how that really make you feel (huh?)
when i had her bust it open just so she can make it real (ew)
pop bottles in the club for the ace to spill
on this year alone in champagne, i just might waste a mil’ (cap)
my young boys take pills and go straight to drill (get ’em)
we treat them foreign cars, n-gga, like racin’ wheels (skrr)
we had to crack the code, get on hacker mode (facts)
but let me light a blunt and get on rapper mode (light that up)
these lil’ n-ggas never seen no gats explode (they frontin’)
this versace lil’ n-gga, two stacks a robe (sucka)
you probably never smelled the fumes at the stove
i be on piña coladas when i be at the cove
d-mn the bahamas, we got yachts you can jump off
your b-tch is a thot, yeah, heard she a jump off
i be in the ‘rari ridin’ shotty like i just let a pump off (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
[pre-chorus: belly]
i ain’t been sleepin,’ it’s the third day (third day)
i don’t got a second in the first place (first place)
ain’t no second chances in my birthplace (birthplace)
you can’t put a phoenix in a bird cage (bird cage)

[chorus: belly]
lil’ b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
lil’ b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)

i pull up in that mercy (mercy)
b-tches see me drippin’ in this versa’ (versa’)
you know i want it in the worst way (yeah)
but at least we got tonight if that’s the worst case (worst case)

b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
lil’ b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up)
b-tch you got me f-cked up (f-cked up, yeah)

[outro]
wasted days and endless nights
there is nothing i could do to make things right

- jim jones harry fraud

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