letra de fwak shit uhp - kayyyriii
[intro]
hey
[hook]
f-ck you talking bout
we f-ck sh-t up 3x
(f-ck you talking bout….)
f-ck you talking bout
we f-ck sh-t up 4x
[verse 1]
look for me on mars
i’m flying sp-ceships
like i’m driving in my car
swearing on the stars
still smoking gars
pack like gas, sh-t smell like fart
(ouwee)
hit my throat like a lemon tart
(ouwee)
choke my lung like a lil bart
(ouwee)
sweet gas
rolled in skin tar
auto pilot like my feet on handle bar
okay
so f-ck is you talking bout
b-tch we be f-cking sh-t up
without spilling the sh-t in the cup
and the fool in the corner
with heat on his hip
with a zip on his lip
in the cut
n-gga we ready for what
huh?
link up and load up just to make your
mama curl up
then we leave with
the bucks…..
take a wig or two call it souvenir
proof of life
someones dear
shot a bottle
no ears
we got throttle disappear
camera footage
we a smear
how you know that sh-t clear?
proof of life souvenir
don’t get hype
ain real
drip ya mind
with my mind spill
b-tch hiatus for the greatest
not talking bout the ‘insta’ rated
not bout the status cause who u dated
b-tch thats the saddest hiatus
talking bout n-ggas who win in vegas
like the rat with the rainbow hair they created
b-tch thats the saddest
hiatus!
b-tch like the baptist
outdated
uh
hear this song got ya mind blown
me too
drooling on the mic
typhoon
toon be the last name
first name loon
k!ll a n-gga on the moon
with his own tool ah
i said it out loud so i gotta zoom 3x
we rolling out all on your possy
uh
triple x on the back of the jackets
with tankhead in the ear of the maverick
hit em so it bashes
shatter
like a step above broke when your pocket unswole
ouu
yea she had fun with my crew
she look like she left with the zoo
and said she wanna f-ck on you
cause we fly money
hit the woo with the coo…
slide with ya pooh in the coupe
n-gga we ready soowoo
jack rabbit
hop out
spill a n-gga food
(ah baby…yeeee)
f-ck is you talking bout
we be f-cking sh-t up
make the prude white man sue
for a make titty be the eye glue
f-ck is you talking bout b-tch
we can f-ck ya sh-t up
might be a knife in the rug
mona lisa slit you when you cum
b-tch she can f-ck ya sh-t up
coming out the closet, like i’m r.kelly
is this n-gga really packing or what?
put your titty sling on
get me the stuff
somebody call that tunchi on me
b-tch i’m ready for that money
ink in the pen
sh-t be wetter
than an sweat
up under
the fat b-tches chin tuck
winnie the pooh with the honey fluff
if i sign the paper sh-t be a honey nut
holy grail
i’m f-ckin this sh-t up
i can tell
in more ways
but both both ways
yea the 1st way
be the more way to a he-rs- bae
2nd place for the win
still gotta carry my sin cup
that why i gotta f-ck this sh-t up 3x
[hook]
f-ck you talking bout
we f-ck sh-t up 3x
(f-ck you talking bout)
f-ck you talking bout
we f-ck sh-t up 4x
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