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letra de fuck it up - shoreline mafia

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[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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