Im really feeling this one
No Fr
Yea yea
K Knovah
Listen
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
And my bitches we finna go up
Make a scene, shoot a clip, and I'll never be done
And these Niggas I put em place when they think that they got one on bitches
We never get touched
If we do yea the whole gang sliding
Pop, pop out, no I'm not lying
Got the power but I'm not the book or the show
Yea I'm smart but I really get violent
Grab a pen and some paper, the words flowing out of my mind like a river, Niagara
Falling deep in a pit of depression, I burn my self down, come back betta than the last one
A phoenix yeah that's what I am, like stars shooting out like a rocket, I'm magma
With a mouth so slick one sting to ya body, have you strung out like you got asthma
Listen, f*cking it up yea that's what I do
I got money to touch, I want paper n jewels
Want the luxury of waking just to go snooze
I don't wanna wake up, if I do I won't lose
That's a problem, problem for everyone else
Ima take everything get it all for myself
And these niggas don't like when I'm popping my shit
Better yet they don't like when I'm being myself
They don't like when I'm shaking my ass
They don't like that I'm hood but I'm keeping my class
I don't like when they think that I care
I don't like when I walk in the spot n they stare
But I like when they all on my body
You know my bop, I never been sloppy
And they like when im showing my body
Might become a stripper n make it a hobby
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
These bitches be talkin bout how ima tranny
But this bitch a dyke, and she looking real manly
EB pronouns He/Him like what?
Bitch my pronouns
I/Never/Been/Touched
Yea my pronouns don't have to do nothing
With my rap skills, that pen I be pushin
A 100 in a lane where people be puttin in
20 on the table where the f*ck was you looking?
Nah, not my way cause I never would settle
For less when I know I'd make more if I rebel
Against what they say cause they never could meddle
With the path laid out, down the road is a medal
Real rap, that shit is back
Made a whole mixtape where I drilled every track
Don't talk, if it's not a fact
Cause I'm way too real just to go and react
To some shit that ain't adding up
It don't make sense
I connect all the dots, what I get in the heat of the moment this pressure that's building immense
I blow all this shit up, take it as an offense
One deep breath, let it go like the wind
Close my eyes, ima count up to 10
Lose my cool heat me up like the engine
To Change myself, never'll be my intention
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
K Knovah - Fuck It Up Lyrics
K Knovah - Fuck It Up Lyrics
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English
Im really feeling this one
No Fr
Yea yea
K Knovah
Listen
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
And my bitches we finna go up
Make a scene, shoot a clip, and I'll never be done
And these Niggas I put em place when they think that they got one on bitches
We never get touched
If we do yea the whole gang sliding
Pop, pop out, no I'm not lying
Got the power but I'm not the book or the show
Yea I'm smart but I really get violent
Grab a pen and some paper, the words flowing out of my mind like a river, Niagara
Falling deep in a pit of depression, I burn my self down, come back betta than the last one
A phoenix yeah that's what I am, like stars shooting out like a rocket, I'm magma
With a mouth so slick one sting to ya body, have you strung out like you got asthma
Listen, f*cking it up yea that's what I do
I got money to touch, I want paper n jewels
Want the luxury of waking just to go snooze
I don't wanna wake up, if I do I won't lose
That's a problem, problem for everyone else
Ima take everything get it all for myself
And these niggas don't like when I'm popping my shit
Better yet they don't like when I'm being myself
They don't like when I'm shaking my ass
They don't like that I'm hood but I'm keeping my class
I don't like when they think that I care
I don't like when I walk in the spot n they stare
But I like when they all on my body
You know my bop, I never been sloppy
And they like when im showing my body
Might become a stripper n make it a hobby
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
These bitches be talkin bout how ima tranny
But this bitch a dyke, and she looking real manly
EB pronouns He/Him like what?
Bitch my pronouns
I/Never/Been/Touched
Yea my pronouns don't have to do nothing
With my rap skills, that pen I be pushin
A 100 in a lane where people be puttin in
20 on the table where the f*ck was you looking?
Nah, not my way cause I never would settle
For less when I know I'd make more if I rebel
Against what they say cause they never could meddle
With the path laid out, down the road is a medal
Real rap, that shit is back
Made a whole mixtape where I drilled every track
Don't talk, if it's not a fact
Cause I'm way too real just to go and react
To some shit that ain't adding up
It don't make sense
I connect all the dots, what I get in the heat of the moment this pressure that's building immense
I blow all this shit up, take it as an offense
One deep breath, let it go like the wind
Close my eyes, ima count up to 10
Lose my cool heat me up like the engine
To Change myself, never'll be my intention
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
No Fr
Yea yea
K Knovah
Listen
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
And my bitches we finna go up
Make a scene, shoot a clip, and I'll never be done
And these Niggas I put em place when they think that they got one on bitches
We never get touched
If we do yea the whole gang sliding
Pop, pop out, no I'm not lying
Got the power but I'm not the book or the show
Yea I'm smart but I really get violent
Grab a pen and some paper, the words flowing out of my mind like a river, Niagara
Falling deep in a pit of depression, I burn my self down, come back betta than the last one
A phoenix yeah that's what I am, like stars shooting out like a rocket, I'm magma
With a mouth so slick one sting to ya body, have you strung out like you got asthma
Listen, f*cking it up yea that's what I do
I got money to touch, I want paper n jewels
Want the luxury of waking just to go snooze
I don't wanna wake up, if I do I won't lose
That's a problem, problem for everyone else
Ima take everything get it all for myself
And these niggas don't like when I'm popping my shit
Better yet they don't like when I'm being myself
They don't like when I'm shaking my ass
They don't like that I'm hood but I'm keeping my class
I don't like when they think that I care
I don't like when I walk in the spot n they stare
But I like when they all on my body
You know my bop, I never been sloppy
And they like when im showing my body
Might become a stripper n make it a hobby
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
These bitches be talkin bout how ima tranny
But this bitch a dyke, and she looking real manly
EB pronouns He/Him like what?
Bitch my pronouns
I/Never/Been/Touched
Yea my pronouns don't have to do nothing
With my rap skills, that pen I be pushin
A 100 in a lane where people be puttin in
20 on the table where the f*ck was you looking?
Nah, not my way cause I never would settle
For less when I know I'd make more if I rebel
Against what they say cause they never could meddle
With the path laid out, down the road is a medal
Real rap, that shit is back
Made a whole mixtape where I drilled every track
Don't talk, if it's not a fact
Cause I'm way too real just to go and react
To some shit that ain't adding up
It don't make sense
I connect all the dots, what I get in the heat of the moment this pressure that's building immense
I blow all this shit up, take it as an offense
One deep breath, let it go like the wind
Close my eyes, ima count up to 10
Lose my cool heat me up like the engine
To Change myself, never'll be my intention
They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up
I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up
Ain't no if, ands, or buts
Now you stuck
Like what, rapping bout only what's real
I can make some shit up, but I won't
Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled
Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt
Writer: Zechariah Walker Chism
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid