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letra de fucked up - smac

oh f-ck man, i’m really f-cked up right now
yo, hold up one second
ight, i’m ready, let’s go

i got liquor in my cup it got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up (yea)
if dis b-tch ain’t tryna f-ck, she got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me, got me (yea)
don’t hit me for no front you got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up (yea)
if them bills ain’t adding up you got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me, got me (f-cked up)

concealin with no permit i can’t show it (h-ll naw)
i would say i’m f-cked up but they know it (real sh-t)
des b-tches give me p-ssy like they loan it (stripper b-tches)
i juh dropped that purple pill in my moét (b-tch i’m dirty)

i got trees at my crib like i grow it (cause i smoke)
all these lines on my table i’m a poet (real coke)
in this b-tch looking like i f-ckin own it (real sh-t)
i got golds in my mouth and they glowin (b-tch they glowing)

h-lla f-ckin slabs at my house
and a pack of that sour d, smell like sauerkraut
i get that drive through p-ssy, call it in and out
i know hoes, who gone pose, on the d-ck for some clout, (real sh-t, agh)

bad lil shawty let me know if i can get it
i think yo outfit look cute, why the f-ck yo mans trippin
bring that ass here, n tell you what you sippin
if you really wanna party let me know cause i can get it

you need hoes brah, i got hoes brah
you need blow brah, i got snow brah
this world is cold brah, it test my soul brah
i thought i told ya, i’m a soldier (look)

cruising through this b-tch and i’m moving undetected (yea)
ask anybody in my city i’m respected (respect)
been studyin the game like these boys wanna test it (ha)
i pull up in yo city, f-ck it up then leave it messy (ugh)
faded bandana on the stage going hammer (woo)
might head out to atlanta gotta fit it in my planner
no sippin on the fantas, been working on my
grammar
get money like the scammas, so my bag look like santa’s (ching ching)

got real clientele, buyin everything i sell
crossing state lines, we gone send it through the mail (posted)
work straight from cali, that we burn in lauderdale (ha)
getting turnt can’t you tell, no
oh, well (ha)

i got liquor in my cup it got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up (ha)
if dis b-tch ain’t tryna f-ck, she got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me, got me (aye, f-ck dat b-tch)
don’t hit me for no front you got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up (head spinning)
if them bills ain’t adding up you got me f-cked up
got me f-cked up, got me, got me (yuh)

aye, man, i’m really f-cked up right now
for real
you got some water on you
aye, let me get a sip please

- smac

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